This is a song about "Gift"

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

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

Holy shithater i forgive your stupidity, this verse is a gift

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