This is a song about "Self image"

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Self designated wicked critical closer

Quit your posing, bitch this ain't a image or picture

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

You know me and my whole squad we so committed

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

U made my image get blurred so imma make yours gird

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

So now he sacrificed his adolesence turned his image to a ghoul

I made it myself

Relying only on self

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

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