This is a song about "The pictures"

These the games that they play, they study your instagram pictures

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Wave high to the ritalin regiment

Spittin' pictures, imagery irrelevant

Too busy staring into the pictures ‘n films,

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Pictures of hot babes on the shelves, discretely canned his mother's crap

Liking all my pictures cuz she see the way i ball and i've never felt so tall.

Come-on mr. fool show me what you got , seems like you don't know anything about rapping at all

I'm taking pictures with my mind

You can search but you'll never find

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

You couldn't handle the canvas of all the pictures painted

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Compose/ masterpieces in my dreams, pictures graphic