This is a song about "News"

Big ol bitch cant take the bad news

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Its cold as shit in this booth

But my flow is moved like earthquakes news

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

Like toulouse with screws loose since the advent of action news

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

People bring me in the papers the most blatant of news,

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

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

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

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

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

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

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Sit here all day, watch the news?