This is a song about "News"

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

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

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Bound to mound wounds this will be on the news

Well sorry, i got some bad news

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

But my flow is moved like earthquakes news

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

Big ol bitch cant take the bad news

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth