This is a song about "Adequate knowledge"

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Quaterback is double-sacked, who said this rook was adequate?

Spreading the knowledge, my obligation

My talent should take me places i've never been

I've mastered my knowledge in lyrical hurting.

All they wanted was some waves like they fucking surfing

The knowledge of my self still

That's aids to the ill

Instead of the knowledge we need for later

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

All the knowledge i gained

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised

Searching for the knowledge like a fucking gemini

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Tryna put the message through to the youth, gain this knowledge,