This is a song about "Gift"

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

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

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

I don’t need a gift to know that this shit is backwards,

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

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

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

Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject

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

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

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