This is a song about "Yet agin"

Misled by aristotle, not on his level yet/

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

But yet bankrupt like barrack obama

Got a killer flow from the llama

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

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

Shut your mouth i ain't over yet!

I know you don't understand me yet

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck

Yet i still manage every day.

Rub my back, then let me lay

Because there ain't no coming back from that

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Navally astray yet, still they relay