This is a song about "Gift"

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

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

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

This a gift that was given from the man up high

Maybe a peaceful night, baby don't cry

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

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

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

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

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years