This is a song about "Santa"

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Im dressed up like fucking santa

I try to tell them i'm one of the

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

That's why i rhyme like a poet from a prior century

Your bitch greet me like i'm santa clause, mouth water

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

Santa won't even give you coal for a fucking christmas present

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

See santa coming on a reindeer

Rocking my peers and putting suckas in fear

Got so lit thought i was a kid and hid it; didn't want santa to see

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party