This is a song about "Bee cash money"

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Third ward general, young cash money

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

You just a dead bee without a sting,

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

I finally have some money man, most of the cash that flows through my hands

Not even let you touch me, why would i let you down my pants?/

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

40 on my face, getting cash

While i'm rubbing on that ass

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

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty