This is a song about "Yet"

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/

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

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

But he you ain't smoked yet

That's boa, see that's my set

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

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

And that child support still isnt paid yet

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

Shut your mouth i ain't over yet!

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Tell me are you getting any feelin yet/

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

First letter says motherfucker you're dead

Now i can look ahead, not dead yet