This is a song about "Criticize"

Every bit is lies, so criticize, sometimes i just lose it,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

You criticize my motives,

Bring the battering ram where you live

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

All do these rate my shit, public criticize

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

It's stupid how we criticize these rappers like they're assholes,

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

People hate me, criticize, my name is just a gimmick now,

You'd criticize the ghetto, but the devil would abuse it,

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

I know yáll criticize, the shit is lies, in all those quoted words,

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

So the rage is built up inside me, don’t care who i criticize,