This is a song about "Optics"

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

So prepare your optics, here comes the synopsis

Focus your optics it's obvious they're sneaking

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

Conclusion as my optics opt to start perusing

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

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

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

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

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

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

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