This is a song about "Tarkovsky s camera aesthetics"

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

I'm into the lyrics, you bastards are into aesthetics

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

That's what i call it, it's full of shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

Your gonna be on top nigga

I travel through the camera

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

She mad as fuck, stuck in the back of a black acura

She stroking the kitty while i shoot with the camera

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

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga