This is a song about "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

Conclusion as my optics opt to start perusing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

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

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

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Focus your optics it's obvious they're sneaking

So prepare your optics, here comes the synopsis

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

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

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks