This is a song about "Bee s"

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

You just a dead bee without a sting,

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

But we should be body to body

She wants to fly like a bee

My g"s have been handcuffed,

If you ever feel alone and

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee

Now you probably wishing that you would have said yes

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Here i'm nothing but a backward bone-mugging urban bee

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see