This is a song about "Santa ass"

Fuck me in my fat ass

Your life is a product of trash

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

But i guess i'm just gonna make this fish stew because

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

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

Big tits and a big ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

Baby, you got that super bass