This is a song about "Body image"

No sock or im slippin from the constant image of

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

You camouflage you're image i'll sabotage you like i'm biggest

Quit your posing, bitch this ain't a image or picture

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

Body after body i just watch them drop

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

U made my image get blurred so imma make yours gird

Misunderstood, respected, so i give it all my effort

You can only think about and image it

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit