This is a song about "Fuck the critics"

That's why she ignore my flowers

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

I be giving work to the kids

Wasting good time passing critics

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

Critics say "yo dawg, what if the connection goes?"

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Subliminal hint from hipsters and these liberal critics,

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

But dont go in raw

Leave the critics struck in awe

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls