This is a song about "Ant colony"

I'ma back em down like shaq with this black 2-2-3 in my hand

And where's aunt? her life got squished like an ant.

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Bringin in the new world and possibly a colony/

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I was ready to attack anything like a killer bee colony

I ant remember my name

Your man wale in his own damn lane

I can't ant get away with murder

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Where i free the people from being a colony

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

This is my point of view, ya dreams of leaving ant ever coming true,

He's a fucking ant and i'm burning his land with a magnifying glass and a damn laser

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for