This is a song about "News"

Bound to mound wounds this will be on the news

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

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

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Peruse through life like it's the news

My time with their half-witted reviews

Giving you the fucking news

Its cold as shit in this booth

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

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

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

News, comedy, soap opera tragedies

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Hey wanna hear a good news?