This is a song about "Presence"

I'm second-guessing my level of malevolent presence.

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Dis is ma essence, ma presence yow sentence

So here i am at the store for some chips

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

Speak upon me but whenever i in ya presence

We are leaving behind the presence of mind

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

With your weak presence, dude you'll need weapons,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

My presence be a death sentence to all but my apprentice/

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Meaning not present like absence of the wheelchair's presence

Put expressions in their music and create the face

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