[Intro]
It's been a while since I recorded a song like this for a- for a- for a good reason
Okay, yuh, yuh

[Verse]
If I see a fuckin ant, then let them know that it's on sight
Bitch, I hate the fucking ants and I want all of them to die
Bitch, this ant be looking kinda quirky, no, I cannot even lie
But I do not fucking care, I'm gonna step on it (Step on it)
Step on it, walk to the bank with a [?] on it
[?]
I'm making a beat and then rap on it, wait I just did that
Shut the fuck up, I do not have to chit-chat
Walk to the bank and I spent me a big rack
Feel like Santa, came with a big bag
You feel like the police, you really a big rat
You motherfuckers be eating a big mac
[?]
Pussy ass boy i think you was [?]
Talkin' with the autotune [?]
I don't even give a fuck because my lyrics are not audible
Yes, you wanna beat me but your efforts is applaudable
I think that I'm off the ceiling, bitch, I'm feeling astronomical

[Outro]
Make you turn your music off and you gon' join the VC
Aren't you in misery, you really wanna be me
Trippin off the lean like it was fuckin' Mississippi
Ain't nobody know you, that's just how it is on top
Bitch, I'm feeling alcoholic with the lean and wine
You are not a fucking rapper, all you do is lie