This is a song about "Gift cakes"

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

All black everthing on some jigga shit

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

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

Pattying cakes with her son and he looks like he's glad

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Lookin’ at my rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost

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

Rap game mr. kipling with the way i bake cakes,/

Geechi on her, came back: a million chains