This is a song about "Gifting"

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

An obstacle ill hurdle it while i keep the purple lit

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

Life is a greatest gift, from god

Leave u mad bitches locked in a hearse until your breathless then i'm snatching

My presence is the essence in it's coldest dipping of present rapping/