This is a song about "Gift"

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

People always told me its a gift from up above

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

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit