This is a song about "Detail"

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

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

I dont need to get to further detail/

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

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

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

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