This is a song about "News"

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

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

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

But my flow is moved like earthquakes news

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

News, comedy, soap opera tragedies

My bitch roll the kush: we smoking japanese

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

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

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Bound to mound wounds this will be on the news

People will see my ass on the lows news

Now concentrate until you get the juice