This is a song about "Body image"

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Your words engraved on my body

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Fuck this image i'll show you a real picture

My image purer than a fuckin dove

Waging war for yearsthe crack game wasn't big enough

Don't think that what you hearin' is just a image

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,