This is a song about "Gunnar optics"

Conclusion as my optics opt to start perusing

Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising

Givin' the topics, spit 'em through optics, from the ghetto that malcolm roamed,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Because when i ignite i'm damaging your nerve endings and optics

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

So prepare your optics, here comes the synopsis

With the finest logic set in motion a plot with televised optics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Focus your optics it's obvious they're sneaking

Got a big fat lawsuit and everything