This is a song about "Gift"

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Admit the decision a gift of division among others wisdom descended

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

People always told me its a gift from up above

Cause rozay been talkin white he think he uncle ruckus

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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

I write it like i was given this gift from up above

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket