This is a song about "Master master news old news and such news as you never heard of"

Across the news are young black males, no stroke of luck,

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Well sorry, i got some bad news

About the news so sad. to me, this will never happen,

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

People bring me in the papers the most blatant of news,

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Niggas die over shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

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

Especially, after that heavily news

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

They sayin', "you forgot ya roots", now i'm all across the news,