This is a song about "Bee"

I was ready to attack anything like a killer bee colony

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

You gay bee say me is the worst in your verse rehearsed

You just a dead bee without a sting,

Hurricane clapping, lyricism ain't working

Do i get a free bee? to jump, come with me?

And i got a little big, keep it low key