This is a song about "Fuck critics"

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

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

Subliminal hint from hipsters and these liberal critics,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Critics’ drool a miniscule growth in his ego

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

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

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

All these motherfuckers see that i'm searing these critics,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Y'all need to know, you cynical hypocritical critics,

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

I won't say i won yet, leave that to the critics,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks