This is a song about "For the media"

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

The media implores, that knowledge will corrupt the core

Shit on the media, make the mainstream precarious

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

The media brainwashed me , and i believed it/

Media turned justice into reality tv,

My father never seen me, the nigga probably stevie

Shoot up children in a matter of a minute, media forecast, this criminal

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

But the media, fuck it, 'cuz it's a lower class household,

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

So the ability to hit the loins of the media see admittedly