This is a song about "Gift"

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

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

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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

The tightest grip, the brightest gift, survival kit/

How can i persuade more heads to hear this great shit

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

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

This a gift that was given from the man up high

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry