This is a song about "Self image"

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Your last image is you seeing your wife

For real, a nigga ill

The knowledge of my self still

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

But i let off everything i have

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

That id image becoming richer than bill gates

Self designated wicked critical closer

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

Some thing i keep to my self

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

My image purer than a fuckin dove

I’m the rapper with clout columbians rap about

This image in my mind man imma draw it out,