This is a song about "Presence"

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Meaning not present like absence of the wheelchair's presence

And i'm the presence which exists but you avoid to acknowledge

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

Say trill again ill overdose on vicodin to escape you're presence

I'm reppin' my presence like pleasantness from north to south

And the blouses of these bitches always end up in my house

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Cause you presidents are dead in the presence of the resident precedent setting dissident

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

At my presence get 'em rappin' tight, in all the ways,