This is a song about "Gift"

Life is a gift appreciate it,

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

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

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

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

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

I am just an artist

So i thought of it as a gift

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

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

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

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