This is a song about "Photo shop"

Now hold up be a second, and pose for the photo

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Only real niggas stay on top

Lollipop from a candy shop,

If i took a photo imagine how much fucken cash i'd make

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

When standing next to macklemore's girls in a thrift shop

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I'm real shit you're just a photo copy.

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

Man these nigguhs photo shopped