This is a song about "Christmas presents"

Until i'm wreckin' with presents, like shovin' muffins down your mouth

We in the field building muscle while you watch the house

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

They all need attention, they call me a g though

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

Bitch these ain't christmas carols

And i need you to show me love

Daddy took my last money to buy presents for her, and i feel so screwed

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

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

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

It haunts me every christmas eve

Cause there could never be peace