This is a song about "It s bad news"

It spreads bad tempers and tragedies

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

It´s the battle of life

I need a backyard full court size

Im not in the mood for any more bad news,

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Big ol bitch cant take the bad news

Now concentrate until you get the juice

The truth you look for in the news lied to but it seems true

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Hate to break the news, but it was fictional.

Always a crew, didn't care who, just let loose with bad news

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice