This is a song about "Present"

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

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

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

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

In this present , i can say life is pretty pleasant.

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

More than just present i present the newest of presents

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

Move from the past to the present on the train

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

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

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

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Curse or blessing? rapping tighter than a christmas present,