This is a song about "Santa"

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

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

I aint santa, but i know know know

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Santa loves some but in brooklyn, he dodged us.

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

We got some lsd at santa cruz

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

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

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