This is a song about "Gifted man"

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

Man you gotta do something man

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

I'm sounding, like i'm whining, my wiring is twisted, my styling is gifted

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

With a string attached in some gifted wrap

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I'm lyrically gifted, shit it isn't even christmas,

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living

I'm lyrically gifted,

Bet i'm heavy with that

Young roy the fuckin man

So part of the plan