This is a song about "Gift"

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

All on the furniture with no regards

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

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

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Life is a gift appreciate it,

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

Quality a gift to the people who are worthy for blessings

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

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

People always told me its a gift from up above

But nobody gives a fuck, fuck it, signed anonymous