This is a song about "Bee cash money"

Capitalistic mental, money and cash is still sick essential,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Cause i fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee

We might be back in this baby

And be the honey bee

Here i'm nothing but a backward bone-mugging urban bee

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,