This is a song about "Apple bees"

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Like we were the bees of the buzz

Girls swarm on me, like a bunch of bees

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

This is like riding through the city

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

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

And bunch of other felonies from a to z like spelling bees

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers

Cursed you so many times the blessings hid in fear, your the modern eve with the apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle