This is a song about "Gift"

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

This a gift that was given from the man up high

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

You're talking to one of the greatest

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

People always told me its a gift from up above