This is a song about "Santa rosa"

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

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

Can't keep up, get your liters in order

Together all the timethought it was true love

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

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

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money