This is a song about "Colin the photographer"

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

The more battles the better the flows

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

The richest place on earth

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters