This is a song about "Christmas time"

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress

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

Slapped together, rappers wrapped up, christmas presents,

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Ripping ya tendons and using the bitches to wrap ya body up like a gift for christmas/

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Just wait for next muhfuckin christmas, i'll be swearin to god

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

It haunts me every christmas eve

I'm why baby mamas leave

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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