This is a song about "Photo shop"

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Non stop, my raps are gold, take 'em to the pawn shop,

Bitches pay for a photo,spit fire, komoto

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

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

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

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

Don't compare me to you, one stop pop shop

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Dreaming to be like marshal putting a photo of shady

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Watchin' me when i stiff on them like a photo funky