This is a song about "Gift"

People always told me its a gift from up above

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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

Just to watch the grammys, man she's so attractive

Gift so whack,even on xmas even fake santa wont give

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

Your parents wanted to get rid of you with a gift receipt,

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored

It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..