This is a song about "Carpenter ants"

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

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Attack these little ants, under right circumstance

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her