This is a song about "Gift"

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

People always told me its a gift from up above

Yeah, cause i'm the super sega genesis

This a gift that was given from the man up high

I told her all about how we been living a lie

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

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

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

Everybody listening can suck my dick in spanish

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

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,