This is a song about "Ants"

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Attack these little ants, under right circumstance

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

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