This is a song about "Beetles"

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Of which are lethal, little weasels, beetles they weevil,

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

Of which are lethal, little weasels, beetles they weevil,

I go hard like backs of beetles and hot as ignited diesel

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

Now you feel beetles crawlin under your skin