This is a song about "Gift"

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

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

If you feel it, it must be real just

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Admit the decision a gift of division among others wisdom descended