This is a song about "Poor christmas"

And i know - there'll never be peace

It haunts me every christmas eve

Father christmas, satan, and chris dorner

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

People label me as soft, emotional and poor

All the while my mom askin' why i'm truant at school

The definition's like christmas

And i need you to show me love

And i'm one short of christmas, hoho

Give me the poon, have you shoppin out soho

Check my letter i got christmas money,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

The poor stay poor, only the rich get status

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses