This is a song about "Present"

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Meaning not present like absence of the wheelchair's presence

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

Move from the past to the present on the train

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

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

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

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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

Curse or blessing? rapping tighter than a christmas present,

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

Ever present dilemmas send the present into the drain

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again