This is a song about "Gift"

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

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

You see coming up, we ain’t have that shit to keep our mind focused

Life is a gift appreciate it,

You, you, you have to pay for that

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Your parents wanted to get rid of you with a gift receipt,

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

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