This is a song about "Bee s"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Right flows down and they might go nice

It´s the battle of life

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

Sanitary birth, watch a bee get buried in the hurst