This is a song about "Gift"

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

All on the furniture with no regards

The doctor has arrived just be patient

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

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

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

Life is a greatest gift, from god

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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