This is a song about "Words of wisdom"

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

You must be rushing with wisdom, to have enough of the bluffs that they're giving

I guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl i'm digging

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

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Inadvertently flowing a slurred serving of slippery words

You see i have a plethora of ineffable words

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

With the scepticism giving em wisdom of this system in a rhythm..

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Thickening in them descending my wisdom

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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