This is a song about "Killer santa"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I asked santa claus for coal, so guess who stole his presents.

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

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

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Flowin' like the creampie inside of your daughter

Your bitch greet me like i'm santa clause, mouth water

I slay em like a #serial #killer

When i’m looking in the mirror