This is a song about "Christmas table"

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Bitch these ain't christmas carols

He even offered that and it's still on the table

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

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

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

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

We don't ever make love

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

Cause there could never be peace

It haunts me every christmas eve

But i guess that shit's just tough love

The definition's like christmas