This is a song about "Gift"

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

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

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

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

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

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

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I'm wale, the new nigga on the block

Life is a greatest gift, from god