This is a song about "Knowledge"

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Trying to give them light and a message

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

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

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

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

To my knowledge college ain't an option

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

You lack experience, knowledge and your inferior

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

Half your body laying on my chest

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

The philosophic maverick, massive knowledge magnet,

Never agree with that message

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge