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

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

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

So prepare your optics, here comes the synopsis

A fun chick its nothin to break funds with

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

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Focus your optics it's obvious they're sneaking

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Conclusion as my optics opt to start perusing