This is a song about "Media"

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

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

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Media scapegoat; who they can be mad at today

Yet the media hides it,

Pass that, catch back, fast that

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Media tells constant lies and repeats them in loops

So i suggest your change your media immediately

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Treated as media scapegoats and viewed as public enemies,

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

The media implores, that knowledge will corrupt the core

Shit on the media, make the mainstream precarious

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love