This is a song about "Cameras"

Aint concerned with the glitz and glamour or clickin cameras

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Cameras in every appliance.

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

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

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

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!

Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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