This is a song about "Lost visions"

Seemingly transition visions to fact out of fiction.

Boss is my position, i got the ammunition

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

That's a super prison where its useless thinking of future visions

My words are like visions if you feeling me,

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Aspect, im wanting to change perspective, range of view, and visions,

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Her life full of mysteries, and sinister visions peek,

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Inflictin' you with visions which imprison me in my head

I have visions of demons lurking around in my room,

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon