This is a song about "Bad things on tele"

Gyal me know you's a freak from long time

I did bad things and it was a crime

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Now i focus on the things dat i want so bad,

So u dont remember things? so u write it on ur face,

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Realising that world leans on things

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

And anyway, you hear all of these bad things about the internet,

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Top dropped down, black on black

I think it's more racist than ratings

Yeah on a beat i may say things

"too bad i already narcked on you"

The boa know they loving the crew