This is a song about "Crickets"

After i'm finished with you, your crew next...*crickets*... nobody?

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

You spit on stage and your applause is just some crickets then pause

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Like a magician, critics i turn to crickets

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

When im on the mic you can hear nothing but crickets

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

That's why i hear crickets,

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

I can silence all critics,until you hear(pause) thats right it's all crickets

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