This is a song about "Knowledge"

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Searching for the knowledge like a fucking gemini

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

Man but this ain't no sign language

While i'm trying to polish my knowledge

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

But i'm fuckin' pissed, i probably won't go gain some knowledge,

If its not couture, i will not go to her

You lack experience, knowledge and your inferior

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

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

Knowledge is power information is key

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

Rhymer who's "simple" in knowledge.