This is a song about "Imagery sight smell touch taste"

Now you speaking my language

So competition cant touch

Lyrical imagery is masterful

Now most of us be rootin' for this evil

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

So y'all can cope n' touch

Imagery, i paint pictures, stay sicker, i tore this raw,

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Goddamn! these bodies are starting to smell!

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

Took my heart away from money

Painting a picture of pure imagery.

But you can't hide

I need you outta sight,

Then it winks outta sight

Take her on a long ride