This is a song about "Carpenter ants"

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

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

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

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