This is a song about "Critical thinking"

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

Couldn't keep sleeping, but kept thinking.

On his critical condition,

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Self designated wicked critical closer

Our children must be taught, of africa

Thinking you bad, thinking you raw?

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

67. coz it's a critical sentence,

And this will be the song that we sing

What the fuck were you thinking?

Wandering dreaming constantly thinking

That's why i'm shaking my head when you rap dissing

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

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