This is a song about "News 12 long island"

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

I miss the blue eyes i stared into all day long,

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean

Nobody is safe when my hitlist is this long

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

I got no backups the road is long and callous

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Police chase on the news breeze through this race perused

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

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

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

This humour is not funny, not for a long while

No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile