This is a song about "News"

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Big ol bitch cant take the bad news

While news coverage is on breaking news up in wales

I don't do dishes but i throw away your plates

News flash: concern in the city,

Must be something you want me to see

Cold-blooded vein pulsing ’jo news

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

To end up on the news

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

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