This is a song about "Santas coming to town"

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Coming to terms, where we can agree

Walking on the ground

Coming to the foreground

Mary jane keeps me high like every day

Fearing the new man in town here to steal their payday

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

These bitches coming to us cos they helpless

To feed my belly i go round town, toastin the semi

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

They can’t even come around

But im trying to run this town