This is a song about "Visions"

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

When they visions fuckin blurry

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

Aspect, im wanting to change perspective, range of view, and visions,

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

Inflictin' you with visions which imprison me in my head

Maybe, my visions hazy, shaking, vaguely remembering my flow

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

That's a super prison where its useless thinking of future visions

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

I had visions of growing old and being a grandfather,

Making records they want, that was wrecking my brilliance

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die

To achieve any of these, we just let these visions past by,