This is a song about "Yet"

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

I apologize rewrote your world yet

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

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

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Shut your mouth i ain't over yet!

Your friends say, why we not together yet

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head