This is a song about "Critical bass"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Spitting lyrical flames, that'll leave you critical

Roses by the dozen, everyday i'm hustling

My bass deafening, rb i should be crediting/

I don't need no single

Correctin' all the critical,

On a critical mission, the physical edition

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Self designated wicked critical closer

Messages in music - critical to me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol