This is a song about "Socail media"

Media circulation only inspires evacuation

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

But the media, fuck it, 'cuz it's a lower class household,

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

But the media, fuck it, 'cuz it's a lower class household,

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Shoot up children in a matter of a minute, media forecast, this criminal

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

Labeled with the same intoxication that the media persuaded him to do this

In my reign which consists of green whiff on my stick shift i don't sneak diss but i give sleek kiss

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

I bet the media had never known i'd spit like this,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

But the media seems to think that’s what we’re all after