This is a song about "Cameras"

Aint concerned with the glitz and glamour or clickin cameras

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Cameras take, credits roll

De la soul is from the soul

Cameras in every appliance.

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

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

I rather give you my last to see you live again

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

Cameras flashing because of my actions and my sense of fashion

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

Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans