This is a song about "Christmas rift"

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Can't keep up, get your liters in order

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

And it was late december, couple days, and merry christmas,

You diss me yet my ep is listed on your wishlist for christmas,

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

We grind, these niggas asking for some promo

And i'm one short of christmas, hoho

Pray to god i don't do some stupid shit and end up in a hearse

They never envisioned a rift, but time was flippin' the script on the brothers

The definition's like christmas

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

It haunts me every christmas eve

But in the meantime it's lights please