This is a song about "Santa"

I carry the biggest sacks you'd think santa came early

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Gift so whack,even on xmas even fake santa wont give

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Ho ho ho. it's santa claus. at a brothel with a blonde bitch between his paws.

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

I say santa you into some banter i got a dare

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

I asked santa claus for coal, so guess who stole his presents.

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Forever dedicated, maybach poetic genius

We got some lsd at santa cruz

One time for the girls with the right shoes