This is a song about "Gift"

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

Gift so whack,even on xmas even fake santa wont give

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

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

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

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

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Holy shithater i forgive your stupidity, this verse is a gift

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

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

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live