This is a song about "New deal critics"

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Flow so good, fuck them critics

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

Eat the shit rap feeds me then regurgitate it on you critics,

Put on a clinic for these critics

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

“who this guy and what’s his deal?”

The struggle is real

Asked amir about my deal

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

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

Y'all need to know, you cynical hypocritical critics,

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Critics fear it mystic malicious

Here i go again, searching for love