This is a song about "Gift"

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Your gift of lyricalness is like a supernatural bullshit

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

My lyrics are a spiritual gift, it's twisted, a head spinner,

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

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

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

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

Life is a gift appreciate it,