This is a song about "My image"

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Facing away the image ive become/ truth be told/ its truely cynical

He's grown to his full potential and a lil bigger in the middle.

Went and got two maseratis at the same damn time

The image in my mind the cross he bared the weight was mine

This image in my mind man imma draw it out,

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

Ain't a gimmick, man i live it, my style is an image,

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

Im actively vicious attacking you bitches a vivid image,

You love me to no ends, but that image begins to fade,

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Cause on the outside there's image everybody sees