This is a song about "Christmas tree"

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

Cane been warmed up and sent to the corner

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

It haunts me every christmas eve

So while the world goes drake crazy

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Bitch these ain't christmas carols

My nigga, its all love

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Sometimes all i see is the bright blue tree

While im bout to, go blow tree

Ha - so gifted, do it truly