This is a song about "Present subjunctive"

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

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

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

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Infinite knowledge present, look through the proper channels.

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

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

If you ever feel alone and

From the present till he becomes stagnant.

With such an ugly picture in it and

Sleep ain't guaranteed when green is present

Heres a present its a perfect gift wrap

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

But past & present, got me over here sweating

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring