This is a song about "Gift"

This a gift that was given from the man up high

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Rapping is a genuine gift you lack performance.

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

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