This is a song about "Yet agin"

You tryin hard to maintain, then go head

I apologize rewrote your world yet

Dutty wine for access, show me your neck

Suckins what you do best, better yet

Shut your mouth i ain't over yet!

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Im trying to see her in bed

But he you ain't smoked yet

I'll be the thunder, shake the whole bed

And that child support still isnt paid yet

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

Yet magazines still tellin me im not gettin my varsity letter yet