This is a song about "Santa clause"

Rippin away the claws that are hidden in the clause

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

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

And i wonderwhere will i be next year

See santa coming on a reindeer

Im dressed up like fucking santa

My all gold rolly or the

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

I aint santa, but i know know know

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

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy