This is a song about "Knowledge"

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

I can't see your album coming, that shit's like a sucker punch

Spreading the knowledge, my obligation

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

You lack experience, knowledge and your inferior

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Man going around around the world so many times i'm dizzy

Severing all your knowledge of any survivability

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

Knowledge of the lies untold i encourage

For real, a nigga ill

The knowledge of my self still

Top ranked, number one my son

Droppin knowledge in this lesson