This is a song about "Bee gees"

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

Sanitary birth, watch a bee get buried in the hurst

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I bee so bumble, ill sting ya n flirt with ur honey

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

You just a dead bee without a sting,

Which means she ain't never hear nothing

Looking at your money

And be the honey bee

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three