This is a song about "Be present"

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

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

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Made of rubber cement, so anything you present has no effect,

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

But past & present, got me over here sweating

Ever present dilemmas send the present into the drain

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

From the present till he becomes stagnant.

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Artist on the bottom in present and past tense.

Never present at breakfast, you just never attended, couldn't digest it.

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

And this will be the song that we sing

It's all about the present unfolding