This is a song about "Kyle yule"

Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

Don’t you be holding back, your love

The definition's like christmas

From where gorillas territorial for inches

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

Indiscriminate so my vision is red and green like christmases

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

Check my letter i got christmas money,

He's married to the game, like a fuck you for christmas

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love