This is a song about "News"

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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

See i be kicking my raps good, with or without sales

While news coverage is on breaking news up in wales

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

To end up on the news

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

People will see my ass on the lows news

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

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

Hey wanna hear a good news?

My time with their half-witted reviews

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Saw the bombs on the news