This is a song about "Fuck the critics"

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

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Wasting good time passing critics

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

And now your best friend's having kids

And all of a sudden my nations discussion is tugging in a fucking war with arguments

As i snap at my critics so fucking ferocious, the moment i'm met with loaded judgments,

Put on a clinic for these critics

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

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

Baby i’mma mess, mess

Fuck, fuck-fuck, can't take the stress

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters