This is a song about "Body image"

So he takes a dick pic, but its so small you cant see it in the image

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Your words engraved on my body

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

This is like love, that you can never get

You can only think about and image it

Ain't a gimmick, man i live it, my style is an image,

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Body after body i just watch them drop

Your last image is you seeing your wife

What we gotta do to survive

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

Trying to uphold her image of venue