This is a song about "New deal critics"

Y'all critics really think i just bought that new rifle to tap?

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

But it's clouds over here

Asked amir about my deal

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Critics fear it mystic malicious

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

To these cynical hypocritical critics, the fittest,

I deal in heavy weight

Im washin off another plate

Without my crew and me, slurring words and spitting so loosely but its so fast its

Writing lyrics visiting numerous clinics, exposed by hater critics,

Yellow diamonds in my ear

“who this guy and what’s his deal?”

Our nation have to bow, africa

Leave the critics struck in awe