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

She can make a pimp fall in love

The definition's like christmas

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

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

No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford

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

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Giving in to the pressure started stealing from mall shops

I kill shit on a day to day basis,

Rub the wood and ima show em love