This is a song about "Society critics"

Sayin "society had taught me

Third ward general, young cash money

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Critics fear it mystic malicious

Here i go again, searching for love

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

So we blame this mother fucking society

Raising my fingers to critics

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Subliminal hint from hipsters and these liberal critics,

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

We're not just some fake wannabe, made by society/

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

And stand up to society,

And losin all his money