This is a song about "Midshipman progress review boards"

An archetype, always progress with what i write

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

Progress not foggy, though, foes going so low to

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Where the process projects the problematic progress

Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda

On the boards running with the bulls noah,blocked into a coma,

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

I send a blast and a gasp through them boards

You're progress is non constant, the opposite to my faucet

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

Of letting heads progress to zen we're shredding beds and wrecking heads

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

For that that strict literary review, but at the end of the day its just something to work through