This is a song about "Gift"

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

And i'm just being honest

People always told me its a gift from up above

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

I have a welcome gift don't even need a lengthy rap

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

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

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

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet