This is a song about "Santa claus"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

I aint santa, but i know know know

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

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

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

See santa coming on a reindeer

I don't know, obviously i disappear