This is a song about "Visual learning"

I'm everything that they call nice

And i'm the super-learning device.

I'm despicable, invisible to your visible visual,

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

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Visual orgasms caused by spams in the microphone,

Cause we been off them slave ships

It starts from visual temptations

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

What are you doing, learning to count syllables?

As i light one for ill will

I ain't a man of the visual

Reminding you again in visual imagery

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money