This is a song about "Santa wins"

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

New predicaments trickle in with older wins eclipsed in the fade

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

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

I say santa you into some banter i got a dare

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

If i went ops then evil wins this war neither killing more blood sheds a flow at

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

I got more wins then legs on a fuckin centipede