This is a song about "Self image"

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Im actively vicious attacking you bitches a vivid image,

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Got my foot on the gas

(this what happened so i'll capture fo you the image)...

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Self designated wicked critical closer

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Cause on the outside there's image everybody sees

So he takes a dick pic, but its so small you cant see it in the image

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch