This is a song about "Gift"

His gift is a curse, forget the earth, he's got the urge

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

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

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit