This is a song about "Cameras"

Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Passing my glamour, everyone taking pictures of me with their cameras!

But when riches hit back , u can see the cameras flash

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Cameras and lights, fuck that, gats, i'm packing them,

Cameras in every appliance.

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Screamin fans and cameras snappin, man, i hope you're "picturing"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Cameras take, credits roll

Purify that woman soul