This is a song about "Image of god"

And tarnished image of cool teachers suddenly abloish rules

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Trying to uphold her image of venue

I just wanted to be at peace with you

But nah, he is quite different

God of the underworld stunt

My talent should take me places i've never been

No god dam way of communication

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Cause the thought of being free is like a message from god

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

Say the people who slang are probably just a mocking image of wu tang

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Why a black nigga take ass over class