This is a song about "Imagine"

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

Imagine being me, all the things that i see,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Went from lennon imagine to nicki's booty sucha fathom,

Imagine flying through the skies

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Before you, i couldn't imagine what others had gone through

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

Imagine life as a convict

I don't wear jewels, too much conflict

Their buzz internet and mines in her net

Hard to imagine karma that people get

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

I imagine myself driving a steak through your heart alive