This is a song about "Gift"

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

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

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

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

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

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

So i thought of it as a gift

If i lost you be patient

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

I have a welcome gift don't even need a lengthy rap