This is a song about "Yet"

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Misled by aristotle, not on his level yet/

I apologize rewrote your world yet

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

It's just textbook stuff

Yet the things that i love

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Your friends say, why we not together yet

But he you ain't smoked yet

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Yet i still manage every day.

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

I know you don't understand me yet