This is a song about "Optics changing"

They've all moved to different places, changing their paces.

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

There's still time for changing

Don't want to be the king

Your personalities been changing, your always shaking.

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

This my zombie circus, i hope the majors heard this

That pays her decent so we ain't poor no more, changing paces,

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

My lines are game-changing while you're left in a puddle.

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

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