This is a song about "Gift"

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

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

You lost it at her, the gift you're constantly enamoured with

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

We gotta get back to what really matters

I don’t need a gift to know that this shit is backwards,

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

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

This a gift that was given from the man up high

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby