This is a song about "Progress and knowledge"

Yeah, we get this cabbage

Rhymer who's "simple" in knowledge.

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

I'm that nigga blessed with the knowledge and logic that psychics own

Digital ten, shit get critical friend

The knowledge of conspiracy and lend

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

I just have a lot to say and i'm smart and know this knowledge?

Where the process projects the problematic progress

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Progress, nah now i digress, leave and know

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

See you was there every year when i needed you

And spilling my knowledge and mental process, enough to