This is a song about "Gift"

I run shit, it happens that for rap i have some gift

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

My lyrics are a spiritual gift, it's twisted, a head spinner,

I got two whole tears in a bucket

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

But as long as i'm present i'll never throw my gift away

Owed the dope man for his productand he swore if he did not pay