This is a song about "Bee money"

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Ive got a sick and evil mind,stick your head inside a bee hive,

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

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

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

I'm thee, greatest on the microphone, stinging like bee, but,

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

And like a bumble bee

Must be life. no greater feeling in the world

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