This is a song about "Next christmas"

Just wait for next muhfuckin christmas, i'll be swearin to god

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

And i'm one short of christmas, hoho

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Haven't seen someone this desperate since a christmas choir/

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Check my letter i got christmas money,

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

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

Rolling up blunts of the christmas kush

I flash smiles at the mean looks