This is a song about "Wisdom"

At school my teacher would try to plant seeds of wisdom,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

Personify wisdom tell them through the music

I carry more wisdom, then their are stars in each solar system.

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

He's all about that political wisdom, i write with him

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

And twistin wisdom to grip submission

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Get to the point like a prism i got more wisdom then

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Wisdom is great, but i feel like i'm stuck in chains.

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

But i got words of wisdom, paving this yellow brick road

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke