This is a song about "Christmas wishes"

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

Cause my thing something vicious

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

Rub the lamp take three wishes bitch im the genie

And i got a little big, keep it low key

She wishes she could be the referee of her story,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

Check my letter i got christmas money,

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

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

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

He wishes that people werent so selfish