This is a song about "Gift of christmas"

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Ripping ya tendons and using the bitches to wrap ya body up like a gift for christmas/

It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

I coordinate, my rhymes shine like an ornament. sorry it ain't christmas,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

And i'm one short of christmas, hoho

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

Present a present like christmas

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz