This is a song about "Gift"

This a gift that was given from the man up high

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

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

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

The third one is mixed, white and black

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

This is roc nation and i'm not patient

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Life is a gift, so use it wisely

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play