This is a song about "Gift"

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Life is a gift, so use it wisely

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

And stab bruno mars in his goddamn esophagus

I write it like i was given this gift from up above

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

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

People always told me its a gift from up above