This is a song about "Progress gradual"

You can't test my best get you're rhymes to progress

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

Progress, nah now i digress, leave and know

Get you high, keep it on the low

There's still room to progress,

And i'm a just take another guess

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

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

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

Where the process projects the problematic progress

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Getting so high it helps, to get shit off my chest, as i progress,

Moving on makes the best progress, nonsense,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit