This is a song about "Santa paula"

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

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Made from the brain of me, most genius

Which made me have to wait like leap year

See santa coming on a reindeer

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I asked santa claus for coal, so guess who stole his presents.

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Flow smoother than paula deena butter

I'm so fuckin' southern i could be the son of paula dean,

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine