This is a song about "Image"

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

U made my image get blurred so imma make yours gird

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

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

I can barely wipe my ass

And tell me why would we just think about

This image in my mind man imma draw it out,

Is the image of the insane, subliminal ties, to stabilize our minds,

Don't matter if you do beat me down,i'll rise and come at you wit a surprise

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

My image purer than a fuckin dove

Play hard to get, females get jealous

You got an image you decide to hide behind with a pride

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride