This is a song about "Bee s"

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Like hoes down in magic city

S queezys very bold

I say that the pool is closed

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

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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