This is a song about "Cameras"

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Cameras flashing because of my actions and my sense of fashion

Cameras take, credits roll

De la soul is from the soul

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

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

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

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

Cameras in every appliance.

Penncounting pennys over tha years

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

Aint concerned with the glitz and glamour or clickin cameras

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

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

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

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then