This is a song about "It s not over yet"

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Wait what if it was the "great"'s ghost on

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

It was all shattered and over

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Misled by aristotle, not on his level yet/

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

You get butthurt over a battle verse just face it your not hot

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

I have a pocket full of dreams, but not the jeans yet

And the crowd is yet to meet the best, cause that's not me, at least not yet

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head