This is a song about "Tarkovsky s camera aesthetics"

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Lyrics connect like a blow to aesthetics

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Lights camera action

I will fracture to a fraction

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

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

Stop the camera, cut, its over

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

My lifes like a camera it flashes before my eyes

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple