This is a song about "Friend secret santa"

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

See santa coming on a reindeer

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Enlightened searchers receive information on secret servers

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

We got some lsd at santa cruz

In these new lebron viiis, you are just a witness

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Im starving for blood my friend

Half your body laying on my chest

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

Whispering to her pussy like a secret conversation