This is a song about "Self image"

[h] hone the hideous image hidden, of being homeless,

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I can taste the salt from my tears

Some thing i keep to my self

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

You can only think about and image it

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night