This is a song about "Bee cash money"

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

40 on my face, getting cash

She wants to fly like a bee

I be gettin' money

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee

Back that booty up bitch, i'm a bumble bee

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee

Once as a slave who imagined being free

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

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

But none should be royal gee just people overly spoiled bee,

Got my foot on the gas

I get it, you got cash,