This is a song about "Visual effects"

I think about effects of human nature and its flaming wrath,

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Psychosomatic effects habour symptomatic regrets

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Visual orgasms caused by spams in the microphone,

Reminding you again in visual imagery

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I got rich from a little struggle

I ain't a man of the visual

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Plus i'm just an entity so nothing you say effects me,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm invisible not even god has a visual

Mine is visual, not invisible like yours ,just visible,

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle