This is a song about "Polaroid cameras"

Aint concerned with the glitz and glamour or clickin cameras

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

But when riches hit back , u can see the cameras flash

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom

I'm screaming for help, as loud as i can but that's not working

Screamin fans and cameras snappin, man, i hope you're "picturing"

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Cameras in every appliance.

De la soul is from the soul

Cameras take, credits roll

Cameras and lights, fuck that, gats, i'm packing them,

Had a crush on way back, i wasn’t vip then