This is a song about "Critical crisis"

Spitting lyrical flames, that'll leave you critical

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Fuck your humanity rather care more for an indian crisis

I'll never stop being critical to those apparently lyrical.

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

From critical news to germans burning jews

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

67. coz it's a critical sentence,

So here i am at the store for some chips

To make karma come faster than she normally will

So with these syllables, for me its critical

I might just, spread like virus, the lyrics will cause a crisis,

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Trying to get back to this thing called love

From this identity crisis.......