Scorpia of Computer Gaming World says

The ultrasound music is just incredible

Now I've been spoiled, and I don't want to go back to regular Sound Blaster

With praise like that, shouldn't you experience ultrasound for yourself?

Every time you talk I get queasy

It could be the drugs or the season

You said I should change just to fit your agenda

Anytime I put in effort you don't talk to me

I'mma keep my distance, heavy, it don't bother me

Every time you pull right through, it's like you want some, but you ain't none but a leecher

Let's just keep it simple, I can't get a signal

Let's be real, I wouldn't even answer anyway

Miss me with your riddles, let me keep it simple

Always try to catch me saying something I ain't say

I got bills to pay, I got shit to do, I ain't free

And you call me up at like fouram, I need sleep

And it's crazy now, I don't need reminders to eat

Why don't you give me peace? I'll pull up the fuck I please

I don't suffer, I don't geek, you will never see me tweak

I don't look the way that they look, the way that they look is out of my league

I ain't popping off and it's all my fault, I don't fit inside of a niche

Fuck them all, I'm gonna be me

You've never been my friend, you act like we're so different

Give me that pistol, give me that pen

I've always been indifferent, I'm a blank slate, don't tell me your plans

I ain't fit in your system, what do you stand for, what do you send?

I know what you represent, don't bother me

Anytime I put in effort you don't talk to me

I'mma keep my distance, heavy, it don't bother me

Every time you pull right through, it's like you want some, but you ain't none but a leecher

Let's just keep it simple, I can't get a signal

Let's be real, I wouldn't even answer anyway

Miss me with your riddles, let me keep it simple

Always try to catch me saying something I ain't say

You know my body up and down, I feel the pressure

And I can't shake the feeling that to you I'm lesser

Think I hit a fucking ceiling, I ain't getting better

I'm losing interest, all I like is changing like the weather

I aired the beef, we way too old to be this bitter

I ain't the type to make mistakes and let it simmer

Some of you bitches treating people how you treat your liver

I know you'd rather put the family down before the liquor

You none more than a leech now

Fake money, fake rich now

False prophet, don't preach now

My textbook is a grimoire

I'm fed up and I'm pissed off

My blood boiling, my skin now

I know you feel the same