This is a song about "Present"

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

I grab the mic, rappin' tighter than a christmas present,

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

From the present till he becomes stagnant.

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

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

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

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

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

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

But past & present, got me over here sweating

Meaning not present like absence of the wheelchair's presence

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks