This is a song about "Deep learning"

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

Something is burning my mind is turning but this guy's got to be learning

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Parallel on the other side

You got get deep, deep down inside

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Observing every one of my movements learning, how to make me idolize/

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

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Yo, it was a year of high hopes, learning the ropes,

I am just learning to turn these words three

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Begin learning stop yearning take what you want stop hurting