This is a song about "Donna christmas"

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

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you

Put that on everything these other bitches anything

Cause that christmas you know the whole pneumonia thing?

Criminal intent, put it on my christmas list too,

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

It haunts me every christmas eve

Got tired of running from the police

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

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Till i murder your verse and wrap your body up like it's christmas!

I coordinate, my rhymes shine like an ornament. sorry it ain't christmas,

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness