This is a song about "Knowledge"

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

Half your body laying on my chest

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

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

My wand is made of knowledge

When my competition ain't much

I've mastered my knowledge in lyrical hurting.

My talent should take me places i've never been

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

The philosophic maverick, massive knowledge magnet,

I feel they praisin too much

Rhymer who's "simple" in knowledge.

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Infinite knowledge present, look through the proper channels.