This is a song about "Optics"

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

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

Know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss

So prepare your optics, here comes the synopsis

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Focus your optics it's obvious they're sneaking

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,

Conclusion as my optics opt to start perusing

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling