This is a song about "Cameras"

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!

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

Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom

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

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

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

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

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

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

Cameras take, credits roll

Purify that woman soul

Aint concerned with the glitz and glamour or clickin cameras

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Cameras in every appliance.

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks