This is a song about "News"

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

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

News, comedy, soap opera tragedies

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Saw the bombs on the news

Still thinking about this accident in the news/

Fuck it we on the move, none of use tryna lose

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Peruse through life like it's the news

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

To end up on the news

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Well sorry, i got some bad news