This is a song about "Kyle yule"

Believe in a christian society,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Dc cabs got my pops alright

2am on a sunday night

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

Spot tv ona late night

My knees on the ground, dear father

Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Going to east nexy year

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

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

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

Jt: no one to hold her tight

And drink there syrup all night....