This is a song about "The new deal critics"

With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here

The bitches on your label just gave you a raw deal

You know the one thing i notice about critics man?

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal

Zero options to choose

Had to deal with all the issues

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

To these cynical hypocritical critics, the fittest,

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

And then the critics truly ask how many shits i give,

I deal with bull with the sheet,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Just let me do the talking man i know how niggas feel

We just tryna chill our vibes are the real deal