This is a song about "Loss of smell taste hearing vision"

Got the eyes of laser vision

Me and my microphone could be one

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Loss of time for play-doh, i'm steady spending more pesos

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

At twenty eight i'll have plenty of taste

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

A blind man takes advantage of not seeing by enhanced hearing

A taste of waste i don't want here.

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Seduced by vision of thug livin'

Ambition, pardon my ambition

The smell of blood in the air haunted me,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Some of the people admire your spiritual vision

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one