This is a song about "Gift"

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

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

Life is a greatest gift, from god

I love the way you walk

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

I don’t need a gift to know that this shit is backwards,

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

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

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

That's making revenue of a name we cherish