Justin Combs skips the mistletoe for a metal detector to visit Diddy behind bars on Christmas Day.

Checked the list twice but the guest list was locked
No yacht in the tropics, just a cell on the block
Justin pulled up with that holiday cheer
But the jingle-bell vibe is a bit weird this year
From diamonds and mimosas to a cafeteria tray
That’s a heavy-duty price for a family holiday.
It’s a Brooklyn Christmas, no chimney in sight
Just guards and the bars and the cold neon light
He’s home for the holidays, but home is a cage
Turning the leaf on a dark winter page
Yeah, he’s home for the holidays...
sort of.
No Bad Boy reunion, no white party glow
Just a visitor pass and a 'ready to go'
From the top of the charts to the bottom of the bin
Let the chaplain outside let the family in.
Forget the silk robes, it’s a jumpsuit aesthetic
Watching the empire get poetic and pathetic
Justin did the time for the visitation line
While the rest of the world’s sipping vintage wine.
Deck the halls with some iron wire
Diddy’s by the radiator, not a roaring fire
Happy Holidays?
Yeah, keep the receipt.