This is a song about "Present"

My mother raised me a single parent so it's apparent

Curse or blessing? rapping tighter than a christmas present,

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Move from the past to the present on the train

Ain't uniquely present, but distinctly obsolescent

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

Meaning not present like absence of the wheelchair's presence

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

So let me present, gentlemen/

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Ever present dilemmas send the present into the drain

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Niggas will find a way to tweak it till the art's gone

So this to you, i present, is my final song.