This is a song about "Present"

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

I'll rap this shit up and hand it to ya. it's a present

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Move from the past to the present on the train

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

The water from the past is the same water in the present

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Santa won't even give you coal for a fucking christmas present

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

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

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Lost the glimmer of light that was always present in my eyes.