This is a song about "The violent christmas"

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Her boyfriend joey emerges from the christmas tree he’s finished recording.

Thinking they murder the beat on a violent track,

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Fuck the past, i'm came to take the present like the christmas grinch

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Ripping ya tendons and using the bitches to wrap ya body up like a gift for christmas/

Girls wanna have fun, and a nigga with some change

I might light the mic in a violent rage

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Flying but the violent vomit spitting scorches all the tongs

Cause that christmas you know the whole pneumonia thing?

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Killed by the violent kids equipped with firearms