This is a song about "Gunnar optics"

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

Focus your optics it's obvious they're sneaking

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Conclusion as my optics opt to start perusing

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

So prepare your optics, here comes the synopsis

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience