This is a song about "Losing a loved one at christmas"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I'm battling these demons at the moment i am losing

Ripping ya tendons and using the bitches to wrap ya body up like a gift for christmas/

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

You'll always be my loved one

And you can tell everyone

My tires align with the play, but the times out

One at a time, they manhandled my flaws in bout

I felt a butcher knife slash at one of my thighs

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Curse or blessing? rapping tighter than a christmas present,

And i'm one short of christmas, hoho

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

And this will be the song that we sing

Look at all the hoes you losing