This is a song about "Learning new words"

Yo, it was a year of high hopes, learning the ropes,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Some say the dumb stray away from school and learning.

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

Spilling these and killing em all but i'm still learning/

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Bunch of kids growing up learning shit the way that's hard,

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

Only real niggas stay on top

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Something is burning my mind is turning but this guy's got to be learning

To always keep at it, improve, yeah, keep learning/

Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting