This is a song about "Service learning"

If i could prevent anything by learning lessons

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

How they got these niggas on the tv selling miracles

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Learning molecule and for whats inside

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

I do this as a service

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive