This is a song about "News"

To end up on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

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

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

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

But my flow is moved like earthquakes news

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

News, comedy, soap opera tragedies

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Now concentrate until you get the juice

People will see my ass on the lows news

Giving you the fucking news

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

They cant wait for the day they see me on the news

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