This is a song about "The new deal critics"

I said i got my ass beat

I deal with bull with the sheet,

Tell them girls right there that the man right here

My fame's no mistake since the deal

What’s the deal with your attention

You're uncool like my mother kin

Whats the cause to my lyrics? maybe it's just cause i don't listen to critics/

That likes walking with his hips bragging about his marijuana hits.

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

To these cynical hypocritical critics, the fittest,

Y'all critics really think i just bought that new rifle to tap?

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Purp and patron can seal the deal

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Between the seal and its a done deal