This is a song about "Body image"

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Im actively vicious attacking you bitches a vivid image,

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

And tarnished image of cool teachers suddenly abloish rules

And tell me why would we just think about

This image in my mind man imma draw it out,

But you're loving mine i am the shit

You can only think about and image it

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

So now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

You love me to no ends, but that image begins to fade,