This is a song about "Gift"

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

I have a welcome gift don't even need a lengthy rap

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Getting lifted by this rapping gift.. while a doobie in my fist..

Life is a gift appreciate it,

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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