This is a song about "Presence"

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

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

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

You in the presence like a catalyst

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Defiance to any higher presence,

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

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

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Meaning not present like absence of the wheelchair's presence

But the thought of your presence just drove me crazy

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

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