This is a song about "Santa cruz"

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

My all gold rolly or the

Im dressed up like fucking santa

A couple of sprites but no beer

See santa coming on a reindeer

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

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

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Mama always told me i’d be famous