This is a song about "Gift"

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

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

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

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

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised