This is a song about "Polaroid"

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

I'm the franchise superman and you're just flash.

Stop the camera, cut, its over

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

That's what's up! i'll catch your wackness fresh on a camera

I ain't lyin' in wait, get to merkin' 'em down

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

With a #thick #lens #in #the #middle, i'm excluded 'n' laughed at

You get whip lash from the sounds of my rhymes that i flash.

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Can i kick camera mans in black vans

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks