This is a song about "Concentration on learning"

The door crack, niggas all black

Aint no normal gal learning to rap

If i could prevent anything by learning lessons

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

There's nothing worse than merging, conscience thought with false learning

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

On a learning curb of convenient blessings, mostly aggressive.

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

Mutant passage,i am breathin gases of concentration

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation