This is a song about "Haiti christmas"

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I'm lyrically gifted, shit it isn't even christmas,

Got me feelin washed away like haiti

We might be back in this baby

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

Curse or blessing? rapping tighter than a christmas present,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Slapped together, rappers wrapped up, christmas presents,

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

And i'm one short of christmas, hoho

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

It’s christmas morning, valerie’s performing holy night

Check my letter i got christmas money,

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny