This is a song about "Visual learning"

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

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

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

Molested at eleven and she always reminiscing

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

For we are awakening and learning the truth"

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Learning molecule and for whats inside

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

To speak from my soul when i paint this visual.