This is a song about "Optics"

Focus your optics it's obvious they're sneaking

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Conclusion as my optics opt to start perusing

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

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

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

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

So prepare your optics, here comes the synopsis