This is a song about "Media"

The media implores, that knowledge will corrupt the core

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

But the media seems to think that’s what we’re all after

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

The media said they've handled bullying with "effectiveness"

The media just loves to portray it, flippin', poppin' shit,

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Labeled with the same intoxication that the media persuaded him to do this

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Shit on the media, make the mainstream precarious