This is a song about "Gift"

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

I practiced till that shit made perfect

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Life is a greatest gift, from god

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

I run shit, it happens that for rap i have some gift

Life is a gift appreciate it,

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit