This is a song about "Gift"

People always told me its a gift from up above

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

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

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

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

Getting lifted by this rapping gift.. while a doobie in my fist..

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap