This is a song about "Image streaming"

They vaguely decipher my language

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

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Cause on the outside there's image everybody sees

Disorders and generate horror within' recorders. i'm at my peak, my lyrical

Facing away the image ive become/ truth be told/ its truely cynical

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Calm collected on the outside, but that image is deceit

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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