This is a song about "Present"

So let me present, gentlemen/

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

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

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

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

Fuck it i got a few more now that my hair long

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

But past & present, got me over here sweating

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

With such an ugly picture in it and

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

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

City national bank evolve into shape

Ain't uniquely present, but distinctly obsolescent

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