This is a song about "Lights camera and action"

I sit and i write pickin' fights with the lights

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

At least i do, y'all are just talk and no action

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I travel through the camera

You're fucking with me, nigga

The things that i can see, so many flashing stars and lights

Watch outwell now they all say that vultures or parasites

I see the lights the camera and the fame

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

And my chakras stay open like i'm seeing lights

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

And every action has an equal opposite reaction