This is a song about "Camera photographer"

Lights camera action

It ain't where i been

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood

So i ended up all alone

And don't you bring your camera phone

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

She stroking the kitty while i shoot with the camera

That's what's up! i'll catch your wackness fresh on a camera

She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black acura

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Grandpa. i remember grandpa. we turned his life support off like a camera.

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

I see the lights the camera and the fame

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

He look and then he start to click with his camera once again