This is a song about "Knowledge isle regin"

Pray to whoever got on the biggest of crucifix

Fucked the hot ass cashier in isle motherfuckin six

Droppin knowledge in this lesson

I want to fight the music on this one

Now you speaking my language

My wand is made of knowledge

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

All the knowledge i gained

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Severing all your knowledge of any survivability

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

I've mastered my knowledge in lyrical hurting.

And all the knowledge that it offers

Talking about the god you serve

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Searching for the knowledge like a fucking gemini