This is a song about "Xmas"

Slapped together, rappers wrapped up, christmas presents,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

Your xbox is my new playstation,with you she stay hating

It haunts me every christmas eve

I'm everything that they call nice

Haven't seen someone this desperate since a christmas choir/

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

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

I asked santa claus for coal, so guess who stole his presents.

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

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