This is a song about "Killer santa"

We got some lsd at santa cruz

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Gift so whack,even on xmas even fake santa wont give

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.