This is a song about "Gift"

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

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

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

I got these tats all on my arms

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

And i'm just being honest

So i thought of it as a gift

Life is a gift, so use it wisely

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see