This is a song about "Scholars power knowledge"

Better yet they work my every nerve

All white boys live white collar and there scholars,

My wand is made of knowledge

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Why i am so angry when i express vocal knowledge?

But i'm fuckin' pissed, i probably won't go gain some knowledge,

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

Searching for the knowledge like a fucking gemini

Getting high, see the demons in my eyes, before i die

See, it's something about commitment though

Knowledge expanded like i'm plato

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Hungry is what i titled to people who feed me with knowledge

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much