This is a song about "Knowledge"

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

Now this ain't a fuckin' speech, but this is immortal knowledge,

The knowledge of my self still

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

To my knowledge college ain't an option

I'm important to the impostors

And all the knowledge that it offers

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

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

Droppin knowledge in this lesson

Most of them niggas dumb

While i'm trying to polish my knowledge

When my competition ain't much

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge