This is a song about "Knowledge"

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

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

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

And all the knowledge that it offers

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

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

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I've mastered my knowledge in lyrical hurting.

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Ive always had a taste for the fruit of knowledge,

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

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

The knowledge of my self still

For real, a nigga ill