This is a song about "Self image"

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Rolling while im blowing this stash

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

You camouflage you're image i'll sabotage you like i'm biggest

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

You can only think about and image it

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

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

Trying to uphold her image of venue

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

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