This is a song about "Christmas sex"

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

We can make more, make babies

It haunts me every christmas eve

Let me rideuntil i get free

Check my letter i got christmas money,

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

See boy she been in love

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,

Cold, my style making my nose run

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

She can make a pimp fall in love

Bitch these ain't christmas carols