This is a song about "Social criticism"

Dismissing the hissing, misgiving, fucking criticism

Beautiful music, painting pictures that be my vision

With so much criticism against me i wish it would fade away,

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Fuck you if you feelin' different

This dissing and criticism isn't

I remember when we sat in the kitchen, no criticism

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

That i'm given criticism.

Two reflections into one

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass