This is a song about "Optics"

So prepare your optics, here comes the synopsis

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

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

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

Focus your optics it's obvious they're sneaking

With a note there and im thinking of reading

My talent should take me places i've never been

Conclusion as my optics opt to start perusing

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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