This is a song about "Christmas mornin"

And it was late december, couple days, and merry christmas,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

It was 1 in the mornin' and i was up yawnin'

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I'd love to bring you flowers in the mornin... but instead,

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love