This is a song about "Cameras"

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Cameras in every appliance.

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

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

Timmy got his bike stole

Cameras take, credits roll

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

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

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Cameras flashing because of my actions and my sense of fashion

Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

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

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