This is a song about "Television"

The television deceiving, altering the message you receiving

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams

No! it ain't fair, but we all bear and do our share

See me on the television set, warrants everywhere

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

Verse one: i remember when you could turn on the television

'cuz stereotypes on television make 'em think i'm wealthy,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

On television all we see are just these rich white kids,

That's the capital of ghana for you idiots

We can rearrange, be more selective, instead of television,

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

You could just be sitting at home watching television

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women