This is a song about "In your presence"

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Trapped in your ego and lost your personality,

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

He sings just one sentence, gleams in only his own presence,

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

At my presence get 'em rappin' tight, in all the ways,

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

Or in the cell in your jail, say your hello, from it

Together all the timethought it was true love

Talking "bitch, you're now in the presence of peasants"

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Speak upon me but whenever i in ya presence

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I'm second-guessing my level of malevolent presence.