This is a song about "News"

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

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

Its cold as shit in this booth

Giving you the fucking news

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

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

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Especially, after that heavily news

Big ol bitch cant take the bad news

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

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Sit here all day, watch the news?

Bound to mound wounds this will be on the news

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes