This is a song about "Optical telecommunication systems"

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

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

My spitting systems are run by hidden pistons

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

In my optical trigger like a follicle to pop at you

All systems ready for take off, please stand by

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

#clinical insanity my brain flooded in genetical systems, belonging in therapies

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

You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusionhappiness, living on the streets is a delusion

Schooling systems are luring victims there's no curing symptoms

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love