This is a song about "Knowledge"

They can't break my concentration

Spreading the knowledge, my obligation

Tryna put the message through to the youth, gain this knowledge,

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

Hungry is what i titled to people who feed me with knowledge

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

My mama smoked so god damn much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Searching for the knowledge like a fucking gemini

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Knowledge expanded like i'm plato

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Instead of the knowledge we need for later

Rhymer who's "simple" in knowledge.

Its like my freestyle's cleavage