This is a song about "Bee money"

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Sanitary birth, watch a bee get buried in the hurst

Sting like a bee then float away peacefully like a dove, kinda like rap think i'm in love

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

You saved me takin a arrow to the knee but i still stung like a little bee.