This is a song about "Imagine"

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Imagine life as a convict

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Imagine life in a maniacs hands,

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Imagine a life of peace but livin' like an assassin

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

I can't imagine a worse game

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Imagine me the subject of paparazzi pictures,

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Hard to imagine karma that people get

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

My lady friends never really be into the life

I imagine myself driving a steak through your heart alive