This is a song about "Christmas meeting"

Never meeting his true love, having kids,

You can hear it in my lyrics

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Heeding a meeting with the devils anvil.

Meeting me for them just has gotta be so awesome,

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

Like people meeting people online,

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I coordinate, my rhymes shine like an ornament. sorry it ain't christmas,

Meeting jesus asking him to make me kean for successes,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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