This is a song about "Gift"

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Gift so whack,even on xmas even fake santa wont give

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

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

So i thought of it as a gift

And you could find interest

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

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

My bitch is the type of bitch that niggas wanna cuff

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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