This is a song about "Carpenter ants"

Attack these little ants, under right circumstance

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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

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

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

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

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother