This is a song about "News"

My time with their half-witted reviews

Cold-blooded vein pulsing ’jo news

Giving you the fucking news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Big ol bitch cant take the bad news

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Boring things in life such as the news

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

You cant grab on whats on the news

Zero options to choose

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Well sorry, i got some bad news

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Bound to mound wounds this will be on the news

Magazines who at times seem to misuse