This is a song about "Newspaper"

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

Time after time, again and again

Move from the past to the present on the train

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

Media circulation only inspires evacuation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I spit like i'm slim shady, cause i kill rappers daily