This is a song about "Gift"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

People always told me its a gift from up above