This is a song about "Fuck critics"

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Song, and critics say that's some great shit

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Wasting good time passing critics

Critics fear it mystic malicious

I think found where your mind was

Like a magician, critics i turn to crickets

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Critics never got nothin nice to say man

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

Put on a clinic for these critics

These critics ain’t never been poor or experienced hardship,

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit