This is a song about "Santa clara"

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

When the present so powerful where the hour seem longer

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Im dressed up like fucking santa

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

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

See santa coming on a reindeer

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

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

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent