This is a song about "Good news"

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Saw the bombs on the news

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

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

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Especially, after that heavily news

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Sit here all day, watch the news?

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

And now his crimes are flashing and seen all across the news,

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

People will see my ass on the lows news

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Still thinking about this accident in the news/

See it's effortless, these niggas can't step up in my shoes