This is a song about "Knowledge"

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

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

And all the knowledge that it offers

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Searching for the knowledge like a fucking gemini

The knowledge of my self still

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Knowledge expanded like i'm plato

She probably had a reason though

Instead of the knowledge we need for later

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

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

The philosophic maverick, massive knowledge magnet,