This is a song about "Paparazzi"

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Imagine me the subject of paparazzi pictures,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

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

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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