This is a song about "The good news"

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

Father didn't want to hurt the kid but it worsened as he learned the news

Plus we're fed lies by the news people

Lady at the frank stand will

Bound to mound wounds this will be on the news

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Giving you the fucking news

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

And now his crimes are flashing and seen all across the news,

People will see my ass on the lows news

All them bitches converse with me off that react juice

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Im not in the mood for any more bad news,

Peruse through life like it's the news

Niggas die over shoes