This is a song about "December baby"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

And i know love me baby

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Paralyzed void it was my december

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Bullets raining like it december

Chocolate dripping on your body baby

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Remember december youl be burning from ember tossed from my lyrical fire,

Im clever, no longer colder then the weather in december,

See i give you my life, to mix it up in a blender

It feels like december 8th

And i pray that never change

You got baby mama drama, you aint even got you a baby

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free