This is a song about "Gift"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

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

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

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..

Admit the decision a gift of division among others wisdom descended

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I decided my pride is just why i resist

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

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

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

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