This is a song about "Christmas rap freestyle"

I'm lyrically gifted, shit it isn't even christmas,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

We can make more, make babies

It haunts me every christmas eve

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

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

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Nothing to write about, and freestyle? forget it!

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

I freestyle well my written work's swell and i rap like i'm from hell

And he who satisfy, might as well as retire

Because i could beat them in a freestyle

Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner