This is a song about "Gift"

Gift so whack,even on xmas even fake santa wont give

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

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

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

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Life is a gift appreciate it,

Life is a gift, so use it wisely

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Admit the decision a gift of division among others wisdom descended

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/