This is a song about "In your presence"

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

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

Defiance to any higher presence,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Me and kweli come together like two pieces of metal

His presence detrimental, my mind is now his temple.

Presence felt leave em convinced

Rack, rack city shit

In this life, nothing is forever, my lady

But the thought of your presence just drove me crazy

To achieve an impression now continue to convince your presence

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Cause you presidents are dead in the presence of the resident precedent setting dissident

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

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit