This is a song about "The media"

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

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

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

Thats my belief, and imma stick wit it like my semen when i hit it on the bitches

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

This hype ass media sayin you gotta be this or do that

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm through with that shit

The media brainwashed me , and i believed it/

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

So i suggest your change your media immediately

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

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