This is a song about "Self image"

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Self designated wicked critical closer

That id image becoming richer than bill gates

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

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

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

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

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

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

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

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Fuck this image i'll show you a real picture

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her