This is a song about "Street image"

Swear i will murk any beat

Wen i walk down ya street

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

Your last image is you seeing your wife

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Trying to uphold her image of venue

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

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

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

Including fox hill and 27th street

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Sometimes i think, what i need

Scream like nightmares from a street