This is a song about "Changing and learning"

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

And i'm the super-learning device.

Born alone, work alone, die alone

And make thoughtless people start changing there tone,

While i'm learning my lesson

Cold, my style making my nose run

Learning molecule and for whats inside

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

Changing the pace in my flow as i gaze into space and,

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

Ripples wake, changing fates,

It’s something that’s in your veins

To always keep at it, improve, yeah, keep learning/

The world should turn as soon as my records spin