This is a song about "Paparazzi"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

Imagine me the subject of paparazzi pictures,

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard

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

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