This is a song about "Present"

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Infinite knowledge present, look through the proper channels.

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Ever present dilemmas send the present into the drain

You know that love is a very serious thing

It's all about the present unfolding

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

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

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

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

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

I'm watching the berrics getting head from someone's parent