This is a song about "Cameras"

Semetex said we’re good, and we’re good then

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

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

Cameras flashing because of my actions and my sense of fashion

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

Aint concerned with the glitz and glamour or clickin cameras

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush