This is a song about "Gift"

I'll show you there's a few good left that exist

I run shit, it happens that for rap i have some gift

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

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

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

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

So i thought of it as a gift

You lost it at her, the gift you're constantly enamoured with

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages