This is a song about "Gift"

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

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

People always told me its a gift from up above

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Admit the decision a gift of division among others wisdom descended

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Holy shithater i forgive your stupidity, this verse is a gift

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

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

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak