This is a song about "Present"

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

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

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

But as long as i'm present i'll never throw my gift away

Move from the past to the present on the train

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Ain't uniquely present, but distinctly obsolescent

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

So let me present, gentlemen/

First off congratulations on the win

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Move from the past to the present on the train

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

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price