This is a song about "Christmas rap"

We can make more, make babies

It haunts me every christmas eve

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

And there's little to be glad for

But you hate them navel kisses

Present a present like christmas

Slapped together, rappers wrapped up, christmas presents,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Ripping ya tendons and using the bitches to wrap ya body up like a gift for christmas/