This is a song about "Present"

They're tryin to say that i don't care

Always present, always there,

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

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

Secret society all we ask is trust

Gotta rhyme well, don't dwell on shit but the present

Move from the past to the present on the train

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Like being hood was some kind of god-given present from heaven.

Now i move with aggression, use my mind as a weapon

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

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

Ain't uniquely present, but distinctly obsolescent

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Before i lay down, i thank god for the blessings

Meaning not present like absence of the wheelchair's presence