This is a song about "Finding x mas present"

Ain't uniquely present, but distinctly obsolescent

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

I think found where your mind was

Present a present like christmas

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Always present, always there,

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Constant criming, 9 to 5ing, not surprising the timing of finding my

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Curse or blessing? rapping tighter than a christmas present,

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

I'm finding ways, to get them fucking brats,

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

And the present, where nothing's given, you're draped,