This is a song about "Shopping at xmas of christmas"

And filling up like a shopping cart

And my bank account look just like a phone card

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Bitch these ain't christmas carols

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

This is why her nigga mad

Home of the brave is where i'm at...

But you hate them navel kisses

Present a present like christmas

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Now it's yachts, pockets got enough knots to take mobs shopping

It haunts me every christmas eve

But in the meantime it's lights please