This is a song about "No gifts for chr"

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

No toys for you little boy

No conscience, no need for resilience

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Dont got time for no bitches,

Beach on the weekend

For no longer am i scared,

Don't like my birthday gifts so just give me back the receipt

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Cus for her, there's no tomorrow.

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

The gifts, i wanted on christmas?

Amen, they say you only live once