This is a song about "Crickets crawling in your butt kitten"

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

Like a magician, critics i turn to crickets

Wait, what? you're so bad that you don't even get your own butt?

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Hey ''kid'', remind me to stick this screwdriver in your mommas butt

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

And although you're a pain in my big toe, the butt

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

From the night i had her crawling

Cut me off every time im talking

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Why i'm i fucken crawling like a ball in a game of bowling

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Constantly making you the butt of all jokes, of your pears,