This is a song about "Polaroid cameras"

Cameras in every appliance.

Wrap saran our defiance, ban our alliance

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Cameras flashing because of my actions and my sense of fashion

It's apart of her goal

Cameras take, credits roll

Aint concerned with the glitz and glamour or clickin cameras

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Inside my eyes, cameras replaced my rods and my cones

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom