This is a song about "Knowledge"

We got money to go get baby

Knowledge is power information is key

Spreading the knowledge, my obligation

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

So you finally got the nerve

And all the knowledge that it offers

Rhymer who's "simple" in knowledge.

Man but this ain't no sign language

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

I've mastered my knowledge in lyrical hurting.

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

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