This is a song about "Yet"

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

I say i put it so deep now she a cone head

Misled by aristotle, not on his level yet/

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Spit it..no just dont do it yet

Keep it simple, this aint no contest (yet)

One time for the ville that cole rep

Now i can look ahead, not dead yet

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

But yet bankrupt like barrack obama

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Meger yet eagerly awaiting saving grace/