This is a song about "Images"

Pissed off images not my reflection

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

By feeding us these images, of bloody death and porno clips,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

These lyrics i spit arent words, theyr pictures, theyr fucked up images,

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

Imagining a menagerie of images fading away/

Actual images of enemies in the gardens while i pollute the dirt

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

So if you see us in the club, go on and walk the other way

Imagining a menagerie of images fading away/

Gritty lyrics display the difference in vivid images i make

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played