This is a song about "Learning rap"

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

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Observing every one of my movements learning, how to make me idolize/

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

So if it comes down, may the best man win

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

There's nothing worse than merging, conscience thought with false learning

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

I think now you're learning

I was born to do the damn thing

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

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

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art