This is a song about "End up in the news"

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

So now i just step in the booth, and end up spitting the truth.

I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass

You end up sempiternally disassembled in the darkness

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

And i'll end up in a bed up in the hospital locked,

Or end up back in the orphanage.

My mama smoked so god damn much

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

How in the hell did it end up like this, sitting here why me but now i do

Niggas die over shoes

To end up on the news

I like my girls smart, skinny

News flash: concern in the city,

Readin the news you see some fucked up shit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit