This is a song about "Knowledge"

Then push the milk on a slow bend

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

And all the knowledge that it offers

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

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

The knowledge of my self still

For real, a nigga ill

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Spreading the knowledge, my obligation

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Instead of the knowledge we need for later

All the knowledge i gained

Cause i’m going out with a fist raised