This is a song about "Christmas"

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

And it was late december, couple days, and merry christmas,

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

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

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

That scary love, never get married love

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

It haunts me every christmas eve

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Bitch these ain't christmas carols

And i need you to show me love