This is a song about "Gift"

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Holy shithater i forgive your stupidity, this verse is a gift

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

Although weight gets you paper, i pray you're weighing your options

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

That ice be onto my neck and wrist