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

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

Listen to the devils voice and it's giving me chills

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

That's why i shine like i does

The definition's like christmas

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Along to save the day

I was raised this way

Logging on for the day

So, they hate and they say

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

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

Now i'm trippin up, trippy on the verge of giving up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck