This is a song about "Foundations of knowledge"

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

I'm just that strong ass cracka on which foundations are built.

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

You lack experience, knowledge and your inferior

Knowledge expanded like i'm plato

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Rhymer who's "simple" in knowledge.

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Droppin knowledge in this lesson

See, i'm second to no one

I feel they praisin too much

My wand is made of knowledge

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,