This is a song about "Music learning"

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Some say the dumb stray away from school and learning.

Learning molecule and for whats inside

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

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

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

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

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

For we are awakening and learning the truth"