This is a song about "Tunnel vision"

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Racial divisions is contradicting martin luther's vision

I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

Clear vision inspired

Nigga, fuck the world

Grand master of arson but not the only thing in my arsenal,

And bear in mind, i'll leave behind dead and blind, let you suffer in a night tunnel/

Seduced by vision of thug livin'

Stand up misses i love your ambition

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Focused on your ass, so i guess i got tunnel view.

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Undressing your misses i switch with evil vision

Gotta follow your own vision

Lord knows that four door fit eight women