This is a song about "Bug"

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

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

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

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Cuz if it can happen to the smallest bug

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

I say i got it from grinding, perfect timing

Your balls cry during bug life

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it popping

Bug on my window, maggot, you duck like in limbo, flopping