This is a song about "Conflicting self image"

You can only think about and image it

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

Don't give nobody no coochie while i be locked up state

Relying only on self

Sweet, okay makes sense

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

This image in my mind man imma draw it out,

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

(this what happened so i'll capture fo you the image)...

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

Bitches is 40 deep in this muthafucka and twisted

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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