This is a song about "Critics"

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Flow so good, fuck them critics

Thought this was forever love

Critics fear it mystic malicious

Leave the critics struck in awe

Is written in our souls, africa

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

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

Critics’ drool a miniscule growth in his ego

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

And then the critics truly ask how many shits i give,

Cause i'm sitting here sipping on guinness

Critics fear it mystic malicious

Whats the cause to my lyrics? maybe it's just cause i don't listen to critics/

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since