This is a song about "Optics"

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Givin' the topics, spit 'em through optics, from the ghetto that malcolm roamed,

With the finest logic set in motion a plot with televised optics

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

Focus your optics it's obvious they're sneaking

Because when i ignite i'm damaging your nerve endings and optics

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Conclusion as my optics opt to start perusing

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

So prepare your optics, here comes the synopsis