This is a song about "Past and present"

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

Fuck the past, i'm came to take the present like the christmas grinch

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

Those histories of misery, i can't try and erase the past,

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Present a present like christmas

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

In a place where race and class defines your past,

Flash past bastards and crash burners

Singing my life with his words

And make em fatal hostages with a fated sentence then to present them

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Artist on the bottom in present and past tense.

Yeah months in every night she's in tears