This is a song about "Bee sex"

I call heads, but i get sex/

I'm on deck i'm up next

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

And in love with her, lets have sex

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Cause i fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Sweet, okay makes sense

It wasn't about the sex