This is a song about "News"

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

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

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Giving you the fucking news

Saw the bombs on the news

Niggas die over shoes

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

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

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Well sorry, i got some bad news

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

So cool, my bitch got no shoes

Sit here all day, watch the news?

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

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