This is a song about "Gift"

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Admit the decision a gift of division among others wisdom descended

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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