This is a song about "Fuck the critics"

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Whats the cause to my lyrics? maybe it's just cause i don't listen to critics/

I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

You know the one thing i notice about critics man?

Not only do i enlighten but i provide a tan

Everybody listening can suck my dick in spanish

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

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

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

So i guess that's where i hide my things

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

Hopping that soon the monumental rappad will soon conquer all the cities and continents