This is a song about "Tacky christmas sweater party"

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

School just finished it's time to party

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Who resort to wearing some little sweater jackets

Smoking on a marley

Fuck niggas that dont party

M.e.k. jeans true religion sweater

Never will i surrender

And my regime includes east coast

Sweater falls i loved them most

It haunts me every christmas eve

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Toast, toast to the party!