This is a song about "Christmas"

Got tired of running from the police

It haunts me every christmas eve

And i'm one short of christmas, hoho

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

On christmas all i receive is coal, yo,

And i made it with that dope flow

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

All prada, flow is all water

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Slapped together, rappers wrapped up, christmas presents,