This is a song about "Knowledge"

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

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

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

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

Droppin knowledge in this lesson

On the bible you can run

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

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

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

You lack experience, knowledge and your inferior

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I've mastered my knowledge in lyrical hurting.

Searching for the knowledge like a fucking gemini

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy