This is a song about "Criticism"

And criticism of contemporaries

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

With so much criticism against me i wish it would fade away,

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

This dissing and criticism isn't

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Dismissing the hissing, misgiving, fucking criticism

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

I remember when we sat in the kitchen, no criticism

I want to fight the music on this one

That i'm given criticism.

Odd future wolf gang, wu-tang banging in your system

No i'm not so yall can stop with all that criticism