This is a song about "Colonel stephen watts kearney santa fe"

I'll got three rounds like stephen bonner

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Santa won't even give you coal for a fucking christmas present

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Your bitch greet me like i'm santa clause, mouth water

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

Tom hanks & tom watts flaunt the onslaught/

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Don't worry. im steady busting these 3's just like my nigga stephen curry,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Got so lit thought i was a kid and hid it; didn't want santa to see

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I carry the biggest sacks you'd think santa came early

The sun gives light cause it is the window

I aint santa, but i know know know