This is a song about "Learning rap"

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

For we are awakening and learning the truth"

Its a learning curve, from are mistakes we always learn.

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

There's soda in the pot and the fire - burning

Begin learning stop yearning take what you want stop hurting

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

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

I'm learning sardonic schemes lots of razing n' pins,

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints