This is a song about "Carpenter ants"

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

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

I'm a car renter nailing these tracks i'm a carpenter