This is a song about "Music learning"

Them pretty boys had them gals, spend their time flirting

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

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

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

If we ain't right and always at the throats

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Aint no normal gal learning to rap

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

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

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

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing