This is a song about "Yosemite photography"

High on loud when i be ridin' out

In the picture for my background

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Feeling colorless like a 20s picture

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Another human being laying cold on the slaughter plate

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

The means of artillery spotting and photography of the opposing trenches.

There made out of carbon mesh!

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

Give me dome, then let me skate

Like an old paper plate

And i’ll be sure to serve you with a cold plate,

City national bank evolve into shape