This is a song about "Fok de kerstman"

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

Your fucking mouth and listen to what im talking about because my life is like a

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Wish i get i could produced by scoop de-ville, no need to take pills

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Catch me in the tour de france the way i cycle this flow

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough