This is a song about "Gift"

I got these tats all on my arms

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

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

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

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

People always told me its a gift from up above

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

The doctor has arrived just be patient

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

This a gift that was given from the man up high