This is a song about "Gift cakes"

When i expose you like glitter and cakes

I like my friends imaginary with no names

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

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

This a gift that was given from the man up high

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Everybody listening can suck my dick in spanish

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

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

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play