This is a song about "Santa ana"

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

Picture me inside the misery of poverty

I aint santa, but i know know know

Although thought that we would grow

My all gold rolly or the

Im dressed up like fucking santa

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

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

We touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click

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

Can't keep up, get your liters in order