This is a song about "Gift"

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

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Together all the timethought it was true love

I write it like i was given this gift from up above

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

People always told me its a gift from up above

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

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

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

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..