This is a song about "Optical telecommunication systems"

I'm talking about the rigged systems, we're lashing in rage,

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

Cause the systems labeled me worthless and a fucking joke,

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Overall abolition , overhauling all these systems

Every time she catch feelings she go throw away the gloves

Schooling systems are luring victims there's no curing symptoms

In my optical trigger like a follicle to pop at you

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

So here i am at the store for some chips

Those weak ass basic already used punch lines are nothing more than a voter optical illusion

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one