This is a song about "Gift"

People always told me its a gift from up above

Cause rozay been talkin white he think he uncle ruckus

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

Rule had a run, couple movie parts

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

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

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

But as long as i'm present i'll never throw my gift away

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

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

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

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