This is a song about "Christmas trees and their properties and how they change"

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how i feel

Usually defecation, now i'm pissing in your ear

Speed up, patience, please cause

And how they gonna get off

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

They hold on to their careers, and just clean their gears

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

How this fake g'z staying on their knees and talking like "please,

They push their own agenda at our expense, and sever links,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

And i'm one short of christmas, hoho

Who real bitches check me out though