This is a song about "Cameras"

Cameras take, credits roll

Open up your contacts then scroll

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Aint concerned with the glitz and glamour or clickin cameras

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

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

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

Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Cameras in every appliance.

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

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