This is a song about "Be present at"

But past & present, got me over here sweating

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

More than just present i present the newest of presents

Started at the bottom, soon ill be at the front, you shouldnt be askin' why

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Ain't uniquely present, but distinctly obsolescent

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Santa won't even give you coal for a fucking christmas present

You be holing at me,

But am i less holy

He'll be at home jacking off later

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

I can't turn back

You know where i be at