This is a song about "Santa muerte"

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

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

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

I say santa you into some banter i got a dare

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

The world looking out, they on the front row

I aint santa, but i know know know

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

But muerte es la vida; death is part of life see; only "god" can judge me

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

Whether it's god almighty, or the almighty dollar

Im dressed up like fucking santa

My all gold rolly or the