I met a reporter, Joy was her name,

And joy was her game.

I met a reporter, real was her deal,

And sick was her dream.

I met a reporter, fueled by some dope essence,

And nude were her thoughts.

I met a reporter, she was the news,

Mingling smooth and old school,

She could make me feel like the real deal,

Son of Jah, Queen of her realm, Joy