This is a song about "Detail"

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

Because attention to detail isn't as high to often even think twice

It's the attention to detail, there's nothing overlooked

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Persevering they paint mental pictures of what things are in great detail

I pray whenever i’m seen in my city i forever resemble braille

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

I dont need to get to further detail/