This is a song about "No gifts for chr"

No apologies for these bitches

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

No toys for you little boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

There’s no penalty for being criminals,

Ain't no eggs for the batter

The ice ain't really nothing to her

For once there is no tears

After lebron, i'm what's next

That shoebox shit, over with

I threw out all the gifts

Aint no room for one more

That's just the beginning of war