This is a song about "Gift"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

And you could find interest

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

You lost it at her, the gift you're constantly enamoured with

The-na-ture-of-the-world-to-day, the nature of the world today

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

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

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

And if they all in your business then you don't need a twitter