This is a song about "Christmas rift"

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

The definition's like christmas

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

Dreads like rapunzel, big bread, cocoa

And i'm one short of christmas, hoho

Causin' a rift in the game, a great schism.

I never wore a kufi, ignore my religion

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Check my letter i got christmas money,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

That'll do anything that i please

It haunts me every christmas eve