This is a song about "Knowledge"

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

The philosophic maverick, massive knowledge magnet,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Instead of the knowledge we need for later

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

All the knowledge i gained

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

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

To my knowledge college ain't an option

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Knowledge of the lies untold i encourage

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Infinite knowledge present, look through the proper channels.