This is a song about "Be present at"

Started at the bottom, soon ill be at the front, you shouldnt be askin' why

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I cannot be where you're at

It's all good, finna dog that

You, you, you have to pay for that

You know where i be at

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Come at the explorer and be as wild as you can be.

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

Let em marinate, you forever late

Lets come up to my city

You be holing at me,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

It's all about the present unfolding

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing