This is a song about "Christmas rap freestyle"

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Eff this freestyle, next time when i rap yall gone be screaming my name

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Sick leverage, of freestyle rhyme lines

Bitch these ain't christmas carols

Good kids make bad grown ups

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

I'm spittin' freestyle, beat is tribe called quest,

Get you high, keep it on the low

//ill freestyle, let's go, yo...

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

Check my letter i got christmas money,

I reel them in, goadomes on see

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

Trying to get back to this thing called love