This is a song about "Christmas movies"

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

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

Now momma told me be careful who you love

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

His movies were just a fucking parody

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

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

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

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

Till i murder your verse and wrap your body up like it's christmas!