This is a song about "Knowledge"

They can't break my concentration

Spreading the knowledge, my obligation

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

Instead of the knowledge we need for later

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Searching for the knowledge like a fucking gemini

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

When my competition ain't much

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Infinite knowledge present, look through the proper channels.