This is a song about "Gift"

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

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

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

People always told me its a gift from up above

Admit the decision a gift of division among others wisdom descended

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

This a gift that was given from the man up high