This is a song about "Street image"

I keep my money neat

G.o.n.z. running down the street

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

That id image becoming richer than bill gates

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

(this what happened so i'll capture fo you the image)...

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

Cause on the outside there's image everybody sees