This is a song about "A nest of bees"

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Until you harness the skill of getting out of harm's nest

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Pretty and i'm honest, in a pretty little ho's nest/

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

I am so kind that i am friends with the bees

I'm true to me, speak freely, call me daddy teaching you the birds and bees,

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

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

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

Like i built from rhymes the biggest nest

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Coming out of my shell, like a bird in a nest.

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze