This is a song about "Jack santa"

We got some lsd at santa cruz

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

I'm just thinking from reefer keep on talking from liquor

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I carry the biggest sacks you'd think santa came early

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

But failure's not an option, jack

My all gold rolly or the

Im dressed up like fucking santa

See santa coming on a reindeer

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

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