This is a song about "Cam boi"

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Dope next to shots vodka emotional victory my boi rich checkmate mastery

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

White boi killing it on my mac miller,

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Your down for the count boi here its first kill

Ill say it strait up, boi your lines fuckin reek

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

Fixin up an eye-cam on the top of a pyramid