This is a song about "Christmas lights"

Ugh, the understudy for the top lights,

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

You're uncool like my mother kin

Lights camera action

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I'm lyrically gifted, shit it isn't even christmas,

He's married to the game, like a fuck you for christmas

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Lights coming up, night coming up,

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

It’s christmas morning, valerie’s performing holy night