This is a song about "Yet"

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

She don’t give her nigga head

And that child support still isnt paid yet

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Your friends say, why we not together yet

But yet bankrupt like barrack obama

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Animal something unfathomable yet compatible

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Suckins what you do best, better yet

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

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

Yet i still manage every day.

So close i could give flip a play