This is a song about "Gift"

I promise to keep it honest

So i thought of it as a gift

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Admit the decision a gift of division among others wisdom descended

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

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

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

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

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

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/