This is a song about "Present tinashe"

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

Gotta rhyme well, don't dwell on shit but the present

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

Like being hood was some kind of god-given present from heaven.

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

In this present , i can say life is pretty pleasant.

Curse or blessing? rapping tighter than a christmas present,

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

I'll rap this shit up and hand it to ya. it's a present

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

But past & present, got me over here sweating