This is a song about "Gift"

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

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

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

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

This a gift that was given from the man up high

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

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

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

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

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit