This is a song about "Critical"

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

My rhymes are biddable, physical, clinical to your health even critical

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

On a critical mission, the physical edition

Correctin' all the critical,

Ok just listen up a little

Self designated wicked critical closer

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

But soon you'll be hearing about my critical acclaim

To this day, the game, will never be the same

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

I said man i dont get you / you rather be a man stuck in the gutter un critical/

So with these syllables, for me its critical

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

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