This is a song about "No pictures"

You can search but you'll never find

I'm taking pictures with my mind

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

She keep liking all my pictures

Imagine me the subject of paparazzi pictures,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

Love it when we take pictures,were a good mixture,

Compose/ masterpieces in my dreams, pictures graphic

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Pictures of hot babes on the shelves, discretely canned his mother's crap

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

But when i think of you, my mind pictures meadows and flowers!

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Cause in the long haul you'll remember these lyrical pictures i draw

Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me nigga!in a high speed chase with the law