text: Thats a goal
  Could you please tell me what you know about skippin 24, 25
  Cause your mom was at her 9-to-5
  Still stacking up the dough
  I was wrapping gifts age six with the paper bandanas
  Mom was always honest, I aint never had a Santa Claus
  She was my amigo like my buddies from Atlanta
  We was hopin for a signal, too afraid to change the channel, yo
  Big bag, fill em up with the produce
  Big bag, fill em up with the produce
  Big bag, fill em up with the produce
  Big bag, fill em up with the produce
  Big bag
  Run up the back, you runnin to that
  I run off the back, you runnin to that
  I run up the back, you runnin to that
  I run off the back, you runnin to that
  Thats a big step, snow boots
  But its hot in herre, 02
  Big bag, fill em up with the produce
  Quick, fast, big Max with the big bag, I throw em
  You stay up, get cake up
  For new gifts I take em
  You wake up like big mad 
  Roof to roof, I jump, I jump, I take, I take
  It feels the void, I want, I want 
  Way that I sneak in
  Im about as low as self-esteem when I creep in 
  Dont make noise, my feet thin
  Im looking for the paper, same color my green skin
  Toys what is on the list
  When it comes to this, Im too legit
  Tell all them kids that he be the Grinch
  When they ask who has type of heart to do this
  Big bag, fill em up with the produce
  Big bag, fill em up with the produce
  Big bag, fill em up with the produce
  Big bag, fill em up with the produce
  Big bag
  Its me