This is a song about "Optics"

You know that love is a very serious thing

Conclusion as my optics opt to start perusing

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

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

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

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Focus your optics it's obvious they're sneaking

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,

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

So prepare your optics, here comes the synopsis