This is a song about "Friend secret santa"

Santa won't even give you coal for a fucking christmas present

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

My secret is search and destroy

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

Enlightened searchers receive information on secret servers

Aw shit, the piggy is getting near

See santa coming on a reindeer

Secret missives to the mrs

But you hate them navel kisses

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

Saw you go out with my best friend and i kept it all a secret

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

When you only have one friend and they only have one friend

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Secret service insurgents observe me nervously