This is a song about "Street image"

I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big

It was wicked the image was vividly cryptic

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

Your last image is you seeing your wife

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

That id image becoming richer than bill gates

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

And drew up a blue image of the day she died

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Including fox hill and 27th street

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

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

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

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