This is a song about "Gift"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

People always told me its a gift from up above

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

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

I run shit, it happens that for rap i have some gift

Hey hey, you got me feeling like the greatest

Almost cried right on the spot

Life is a greatest gift, from god

We never tattle, let god handle that

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

Life is a gift, so use it wisely

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit