This is a song about "Negative body image"

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Don't think that what you hearin' is just a image

I'm furious that niggas be negative bout my lyrics

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

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

I demolish a stage, an stomp my negative fan base cause they got bad taste,

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

Cause on the outside there's image everybody sees

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Let go of the negative through spirit fission

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

My image purer than a fuckin dove

It's obvious that i learn to balance the negative and positive

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears