This is a song about "Knowledge isle regin"

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Knowledge is power information is key

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

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

Isle full of genetic foods and poisoned viles

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

I ain't got knowledge of the world

Long as she come to me first

Infinite knowledge present, look through the proper channels.

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

You lack experience, knowledge and your inferior

Rhymer who's "simple" in knowledge.

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Miss i want to read into your nature

Instead of the knowledge we need for later