This is a song about "Gift"

I have a welcome gift don't even need a lengthy rap

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

Life is a greatest gift, from god

Would they mind? umm, well, of course not

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

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

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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