This is a song about "Tarkovsky s camera aesthetics"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

It´s the battle of life

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Can i kick camera mans in black vans

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

She stroking the kitty while i shoot with the camera

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

I see the lights the camera and the fame

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',