This is a song about "A nest of bees"

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

Like we were the bees of the buzz

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Promise you g, fuck with bees you will be stung something mean

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Talking about brutality it's surrounding me like a fucking swarm of bees

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

You and i, were a bottle in the sea. allergic stingers on two bees.

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Nigga you never left your mamas nest