This is a song about "Gift"

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

And stab bruno mars in his goddamn esophagus

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

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

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

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

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

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

I practiced till that shit made perfect

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

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

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