This is a song about "Gift"

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die

This a gift that was given from the man up high

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

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

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

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

People always told me its a gift from up above

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Getting lifted by this rapping gift.. while a doobie in my fist..

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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