This is a song about "Fuck critics"

Raising my fingers to critics

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Put on a clinic for these critics

So here i am at the store for some chips

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Subliminal hint from hipsters and these liberal critics,

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

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

So i guess that's where i hide my things

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

Magnificent, anti-impotent, landslide winning by lyricist

To these cynical hypocritical critics, the fittest,

Critics fear it mystic malicious

Here i go again, searching for love

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit