This is a song about "Paparazzi"

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

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

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

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,

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