This is a song about "Critics"

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Eat the shit rap feeds me then regurgitate it on you critics,

Critics never got nothin nice to say man

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Politicians and hypocrite critics, yeah they're waiting for ya,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

Shut the fuck up all those critics, because we've chosen to speak,

She need now, she ain't never needed love

Critics fear it mystic malicious

Put on a clinic for these critics

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Song, and critics say that's some great shit

It's all good, finna dog that

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Wasting good time passing critics