This is a song about "Santa diss"

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

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

I say santa you into some banter i got a dare

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

I'm responsible for this unstoppable diss

Now let's make this

Cause you are on the diss,

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Gotta be something for me write this

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

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

See santa coming on a reindeer

Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear