This is a song about "Tacky christmas sweater party"

I'm lyrically gifted, shit it isn't even christmas,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Bitch these ain't christmas carols

Trying to get back to this thing called love

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

I guess santa knew what i wanted that christmas

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Here i go again, searching for love

Present a present like christmas

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

You'll never catch me in the next man's sweater

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Or land soft as a sweater

They say nothings ever free

Toast, toast to the party!