This is a song about "Image"

You camouflage you're image i'll sabotage you like i'm biggest

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

The image of you fading away and me clutching desperately

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

I think of a beautiful image, like a sunset on a lake

But i ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner

Fuck this image i'll show you a real picture

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

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

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

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