This is a song about "Focal point"

That's word to my mom

No point in hanging on

Of finding myself as an individual

At my pinnacle a point so pivotal

In a serial killers point of view

Don't fuck around and make it true

Thats the point of art isnt it?

It's all good, finna dog that

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Disappoint lyrically they miss the point

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

The instamatic focal point bringing damage to your boroughs

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

It's only a dream, check point reality one