This is a song about "Critics"

Critics fear it mystic malicious

And i need you to show me love

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

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

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

These critics keep eyeing, i stay consistent and trying

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

So what i say boy, is... fuck critics

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

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

Flow so good, fuck them critics

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit

Subliminal hint from hipsters and these liberal critics,

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence