This is a song about "Credits"

Let them credits roll in monochrome, contrasting black and white

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Cameras take, credits roll

Let's put it on cruise control

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track nigguh gotta come back

They damn dog, you a boss, credits to you hats off

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws