This is a song about "Christmas sex"

I call heads, but i get sex/

I'm on deck i'm up next

On my back boy, holla back boy

Go play with your sex toy

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

It haunts me every christmas eve

Like being garbage some type of disease

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

Never wait when we out

Malcolm sex, there is no doubt

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

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