This is a song about "Paparazzi"

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

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

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Imagine me the subject of paparazzi pictures,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

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