This is a song about "Gift"

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,

All on the furniture with no regards

If you feel it, it must be real just

So i thought of it as a gift

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Getting lifted by this rapping gift.. while a doobie in my fist..

It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Life is a gift appreciate it,

I have a welcome gift don't even need a lengthy rap

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that