This is a song about "Apple bees"

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

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

But in the meantime it's lights please

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

Take a whiff of me and you'll be higher than a nest of bees

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Adams apple to sauce pages reference stacked chips

So back off and unpack your lunchbox grab the apple sauce

My desire to never fall leads me to hitting walls

My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers

Got your baby mama sending nude pictures

I am so kind that i am friends with the bees

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

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

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties