This is a song about "Santa claus"

I aint santa, but i know know know

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

We got some lsd at santa cruz

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

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

Lady at the frank stand will

See santa coming on a reindeer

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.