This is a song about "Santa wins"

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

So i quitted 'n' lifted the digits to see who complicity wins it

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

I'm done man i don't really give a fuck who wins me you or the next guy i

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

This one right here for polo

I aint santa, but i know know know

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

7 wins, one time beaten by a fag