This is a song about "Net present value"

The water from the past is the same water in the present

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

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Flaming wrath, i'll lace the crack, drop hooks like a fishing net,

That's shock value, homie, i want fans all hyped up to clap,

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

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

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

I'm at meetings shaking hands and adding commas to my net worth

All up under the covers day

All you get is net i swish when i play

Always knew where the pot was

Present a present like christmas

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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