This is a song about "Giving to the poor on christmas day"

Giving me the passion, to go to really great lengths/

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

The definition's like christmas

He's married to the game, like a fuck you for christmas

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Than giving to the people who needs some.

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Aint rich aint poor im all day on record,

We don't ever make love

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

'til the day i stop breathin' i'm not giving it up

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

My position improving, not to mention

Giving the middle to neighbors, zero redemption,