This is a song about "Knowledge"

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

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

While i'm trying to polish my knowledge

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

When my competition ain't much

Man but this ain't no sign language

Rhymer who's "simple" in knowledge.

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

Searching for the knowledge like a fucking gemini

My wand is made of knowledge

Never agree with that message

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Trying to give them light and a message

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

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