This is a song about "Bug"

Cause i'm like a bug nigga, i keep biting!

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

This is how she want to live

Your balls cry during bug life

A twenty somethin cup

You'll be smashed like a bug!

Im a bug under your skin, dig through your cells and let your body tick

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

Shitty little slutty wannabe you calliope or a newbie please don't bug me if you need me

Cuz if it can happen to the smallest bug

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,