This is a song about "Glamour"

Aint concerned with the glitz and glamour or clickin cameras

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

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

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Right out the slammer with the fame and glamour