This is a song about "Gift"

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

We gotta get back to what really matters

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

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