This is a song about "Gift"

So i thought of it as a gift

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Life is a gift appreciate it,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

People always told me its a gift from up above

Sick, spit a pandemic, crack and cancer mixed with cannabis