This is a song about "Gift"

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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

I got these tats all on my arms

Here, i got your mom some wal-mart gift cards,

This a gift that was given from the man up high

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

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