This is a song about "Gunnar optics"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Focus your optics it's obvious they're sneaking

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

So prepare your optics, here comes the synopsis

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Conclusion as my optics opt to start perusing

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

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

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks