This is a song about "Paparazzi"

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

Imagine me the subject of paparazzi pictures,

I say bitch a lot, though i'm proud of my sisters

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

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

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

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/