Dear Black Santa Dax

[Intro]
H-H-Hey Santa, it's, it's Dax again (Hi)
Just checking if you got my list (Oh)

[Verse 1]
Dear Mr. Santa (Hello)
My name is Dax and I've been a good kid
I made a list of the shit that I wanted this year
Did you read it? I'm hoping you did (You did)
I put my country, my state, my street, my chimney
Just so you'd know where I live (Google maps)
Stopped watching porn, gave to the homeless (So like, damn dude)
Don't be a bitch!
Yeah I want Cadillac color matte black (Skrr)
Yeah I want a thick bitch with a fat ass (Hm)
Yeah I want a crib to crash with a pool and a court and a golf course all in the back (Yah)
Yeah I want Gucci, Prada coupled with a million dollars
Instagram a million followers
Takeout food from Benihana's (Please)
I need a follow back from Lele Pons (Where you at?)
I need a Drake feature on a song (Go on then)
I could probably do this shit myself and all
But I ain't really tryna wait that long (Facts)
So Santa this is my list and I'm confident in you that you'll complete it (I know you will)
Me and your daughter are friends and if I don't get all of my shit I'ma Mike Jackson beat it