This is a song about "Christmas wishes"

Or closed casket for our troubles

Bitch these ain't christmas carols

Check my letter i got christmas money,

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

My wishes are simple, a redhead with dimples.

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

I have limited amounts of time to fulfill my life's wishes

He's married to the game, like a fuck you for christmas

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

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

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,