This is a song about "Jack santa"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

A psychopath despite the facts, more than michael jack,

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

And i got that bait, they all bad

He's goin back, leave the road, jack

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

I say santa you into some banter i got a dare

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Got so lit thought i was a kid and hid it; didn't want santa to see

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Everything's intact, amma king, your a jack.

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

But failure's not an option, jack

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad