This is a song about "Ants"

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

The sweetness is overflowing just hope that i do not get ants

Attack these little ants, under right circumstance

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants