This is a song about "Evening news"

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

You cant grab on whats on the news

Zero options to choose

Sit here all day, watch the news?

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Janitors and cooks and guards and tellers, that's bad news,

News, comedy, soap opera tragedies

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

Then hadn't end up regretting until the evening i met him

But she gon' throw it back like a quarterback option

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Chest heaving, against the flesh of the evening

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth

People will see my ass on the lows news