This is a song about "Finding x mas present"

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

'no mas' but squads will come and shoot your pet

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

I grab the mic, rappin' tighter than a christmas present,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

More than just present i present the newest of presents

My biography follows the footsteps of malcolm x

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Don't want to be the king

Finding that silver lining

Ain't uniquely present, but distinctly obsolescent

Drunk white girls the only way i'll get my dick sucked

So let me present, gentlemen/

So if it comes down, may the best man win