This is a song about "Gift"

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

People always told me its a gift from up above

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Now this shit is turning to a habit

I fucking hate this job

Life is a greatest gift, from god

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

So i thought of it as a gift

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,