This is a song about "Fuck your for christmas"

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

You diss me yet my ep is listed on your wishlist for christmas,

Oh yeah, pops got a visa

Fuck your criteria

Her defense is up i'm wishing that it disappears

I come to fuck up your career, for the next couple of years

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,

It haunts me every christmas eve

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Fuck your apologies and fuck what you say,

I make forty-some dollars a day

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

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

The definition's like christmas

All we need is convienient love