This is a song about "Nomads vision"

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

They say that karats help your vision

Clear vision inspired

Chasing them checks, nike work

So sad like nomads unsuccessfully seeking settlement

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Why me, i say it cause we number one

To all of you that have ever had a vision

This to all of you that have ever had a vision

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

And your eyes would light up from the vision

Make them more insecure when they caught one

I’m clean motherfuckers i have a vision

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Some synth weed now my vision is blurry

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free