This is a song about "Optics"

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Focus your optics it's obvious they're sneaking

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

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

So prepare your optics, here comes the synopsis

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

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

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

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

Conclusion as my optics opt to start perusing

The world should turn as soon as my records spin