This is a song about "Adequate knowledge"

Rhymer who's "simple" in knowledge.

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Telling me i'm adequate and i deserve to work like a slave,

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

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

While i'm trying to polish my knowledge

That's aids to the ill

The knowledge of my self still

My mama smoked so god damn much

My wand is made of knowledge

My newest motto to use a condom with newest models

Infinite knowledge present, look through the proper channels.

Knowledge expanded like i'm plato

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

So now she picks up the gun

Droppin knowledge in this lesson