This is a song about "Paparazzi"

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

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

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

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

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said

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

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

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

Imagine me the subject of paparazzi pictures,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth