This is a song about "My wife on christmas eve"

I like to use words about my wife.

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

You diss me yet my ep is listed on your wishlist for christmas,

Thank you for my wife. for my son and everything i have,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I don't have much a life my highlight is fucking wife.

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Cause i'm tearing through you (w)rappers like children on christmas morning

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Beating on your wife, no longer talking to your dad,

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

Can’t say my name but rap about a nigga’s wife

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice