This is a song about "Critics"

Critics’ drool a miniscule growth in his ego

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

I like to spit hits while i take dickpics and mimic my fucking critics

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Ms. funs-a-lot with a smile for the critics

So here i am at the store for some chips

These critics keep eyeing, i stay consistent and trying

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Critics fear it mystic malicious

Flow so good, fuck them critics

Lil prps like 3 digits

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Subliminal hint from hipsters and these liberal critics,

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Raising my fingers to critics