This is a song about "Critical thinking"

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Self designated wicked critical closer

On a critical mission, the physical edition

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

So with these syllables, for me its critical

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Critical maims of innocent lames litter the lane with bitterness//

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Yeah what i be thinking

Tell them niggas they slipping

What the fuck were you thinking?

Called it an ep, they said i’m tripping

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

I'm just critical and analytical,

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