This is a song about "Gift"

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

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

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

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

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

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

Gift so whack,even on xmas even fake santa wont give

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.