This is a song about "Gift"

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

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

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

I told her all about how we been living a lie

This a gift that was given from the man up high

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

You say the words that can get me back in focuswhen i was sick as a little kid

Admit the decision a gift of division among others wisdom descended

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

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