This is a song about "Gift"

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

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

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Your parents wanted to get rid of you with a gift receipt,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

People always told me its a gift from up above

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject