This is a song about "Gift"

Life is a gift, so use it wisely

Let me rideuntil i get free

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

That means i wanna be the highest

So i thought of it as a gift

Admit the decision a gift of division among others wisdom descended

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

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit