This is a song about "Foundations of knowledge"

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

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

First off congratulations on the win

Spreading the knowledge, my obligation

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

And all the knowledge that it offers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

My mama smoked so god damn much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Long as she come to me first

I ain't got knowledge of the world

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

It's funny the vibration of your atoms shake the earth at its foundations and

The knowledge of my self still

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill