This is a song about "Paparazzi"

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

Imagine me the subject of paparazzi pictures,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

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

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

Cause my mother let me do what i want

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

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