This is a song about "Santa s pet cow"

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Don't you dare play dirty don't you be teachers pet and nice

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

We got some lsd at santa cruz

Swung left, no breath, chef ahead, must be fed, kept pet.

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow

I aint santa, but i know know know

This is like love, that you can never get

Youll need your mother right by your side, youre my pet

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

Know that you can go ahead and catch a cow

I've got a pet demon and i call him satan

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Code red, which means you go red

Fed to his pet zombie, ted!