This is a song about "Fuck the critics"

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Ms. funs-a-lot with a smile for the critics

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

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

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

So i can understand police victims

Put on a clinic for these critics

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Despite the critics, my rhymes'll rip it since i'm lethal with writin'

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Critics fear it mystic malicious