This is a song about "News"

Big ol bitch cant take the bad news

One time for the girls with the right shoes

My time with their half-witted reviews

Saw the bombs on the news

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

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

To end up on the news

Yeah, look here i pay dues

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

Its cold as shit in this booth

You cant grab on whats on the news

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Afflicted by the noose that would've put her on the news,

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Like toulouse with screws loose since the advent of action news