This is a song about "It s gonna be a cold christmas"

I coordinate, my rhymes shine like an ornament. sorry it ain't christmas,

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

And it was late december, couple days, and merry christmas,

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

And i’ll be sure to serve you with a cold plate,

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

It´s the battle of life

I need a backyard full court size

A fucking nightmare, and you're gonna live it

The real muscle in the message of that

Family making funeral preparations they told me reap what you sow

If there was a time i was ever gonna quit it would be right now

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

A lingering feeling thats never gonna be gone.

.4’s for 15, yea my niggas we be taxing a lot

She's a white vegetarian, i'll get this blonde cock