This is a song about "The present"

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Present on the train of disbelief the past is over

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

For the opportunity to present, i tried to explain myself but started not to give a shit.

Left my home alone, you can call me macaulay bitch

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

With such an ugly picture in it and

From the present till he becomes stagnant.

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

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Move from the past to the present on the train

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

But for present day, i'll pour the gasoline that will set a blaze/

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

And though the present seemed unpleasant he asked to tell it for me

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy