This is a song about "Hanukkah"

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

Tag, time for you to hit me up with a good rhyme/

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Always felt like a six day war

Gon feast on a leg of freshly shot veal

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Same shit you said yesterday

Drug dealers til this day,

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Getting bank and that is literal

And everything is purple

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

Personal bus driver, take you to school and church too