This is a song about "Christmas table"

For not being perfectly perpendicular to the table

Every since then our whole city been horrible

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Wake up six hours later naked on the table

As i light one for ill will

While you stand under the table

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

But i guess that shit's just tough love

I miss you at my recent show

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Ain't gotta brain and nothin' to bring to the whole table,

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