This is a song about "Optics"

So prepare your optics, here comes the synopsis

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

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

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Conclusion as my optics opt to start perusing

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,

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

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

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Focus your optics it's obvious they're sneaking