This is a song about "Gift"

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

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

I decided my pride is just why i resist

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

My lyrics are a spiritual gift, it's twisted, a head spinner,

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

This a gift that was given from the man up high

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

Life is a gift appreciate it,

So i thought of it as a gift

I am just an artist

I write it like i was given this gift from up above

When your dough is the sweetest it's easy to puff puff