This is a song about "Gift"

When your dough is the sweetest it's easy to puff puff

People always told me its a gift from up above

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

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

Well man i do the yacht

Life is a greatest gift, from god

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

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

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

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts