This is a song about "The new deal critics"

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

Few months ago, i remember roarke handing over the deal

Purp and patron can seal the deal

She said my love is outta here

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Had to deal with all the issues

Is heaven just another door? i leave this here

We just tryna chill our vibes are the real deal

I figured out that it don't matter for real

The bitches on your label just gave you a raw deal

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Despite the critics, my rhymes'll rip it since i'm lethal with writin'