This is a song about "Gift"

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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

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

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

Cause it's friday, it's blacc friday

Life is a gift, so use it wisely

Gift so whack,even on xmas even fake santa wont give

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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