This is a song about "The new deal critics"

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Got my face on the signs now, im kinda big deal

I just play my part make moves like chess

A cannot deal with the stress

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I won't say i won yet, leave that to the critics,

Had to deal with all the issues

Its cold as shit in this booth

To these cynical hypocritical critics, the fittest,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

All my love to these queens in here

My fame's no mistake since the deal

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear