This is a song about "Clean christmas"

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

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

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Caged, and the wonder is seen

I'm rap like you simple and clean

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

What's the deal with the nets though

And i'm one short of christmas, hoho