This is a song about "The television"

So hold back ya tears

The savage with the statics

As i'm watching the snow fall

From the bench to the ball

Then we cut, look how she say my name

The realist in the game

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

You could just be sitting at home watching television

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

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

See me on the television set, warrants everywhere

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

The more battles the better the flows

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those