This is a song about "Paparazzi"

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

And fights paparazzi for takin a few snaps/

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Imagine me the subject of paparazzi pictures,

Paparazzi just caught me shopping at walmart/

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

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

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

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

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed