This is a song about "Gift"

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

This a gift that was given from the man up high

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

People always told me its a gift from up above

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

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

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Your parents wanted to get rid of you with a gift receipt,