This is a song about "Hypocritical mothafucka"

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

This hypocritical criminal, i'm the lyrical miracle.

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

To these cynical hypocritical critics, the fittest,

I'm a small mothafucka, with the strength of a giant,

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Fire the nine, right through spine, down to the lion, mothafucka i ain't lying!

Sister died before i was born i am the mothafucka that survived

It's nothing to deny for having such a mind, i'll be having y'all in mind

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Down to your groin and mothafucka i ain't lying,