This is a song about "Learning"

Only real niggas stay on top

Where we spent days learning to spell dog

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

Some say the dumb stray away from school and learning.

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

My learning word process is still being continued

Where's my inhaler? i think i'm gonna puke