This is a song about "Paparazzi"

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

Where's all the paparazzi? hair on my arm raisin like my pops was a nazi

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Imagine me the subject of paparazzi pictures,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get