This is a song about "Experience"

Gain experience the oppression of one

They say that karats help your vision

Demons are trapped inside, and i experience spirits,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

And i got a little big, keep it low key

He was grown with experience and bald as can be

And talking about experience in living (or bitching)

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Reppin real life experience, no loose ends, mysterious,

They had more experience.

I was playing with guns

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

I speak from experience, i know how you feel

Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world

He doesn't have the experience that is required