This is a song about "Image"

My image purer than a fuckin dove

Cause i can bring you to your dreams like jesus

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

My sister died before i was born i am the mothafucka that survive

That id image becoming richer than bill gates

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

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

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The image of you fading away and me clutching desperately

You can only think about and image it

I work hard for everything i get

Fuck this image i'll show you a real picture

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for