This is a song about "Gift"

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

Life is a gift appreciate it,

I put the nigga in his casket

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

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