This is a song about "Bees"

Got tired of running from the police

Girls swarm on me, like a bunch of bees

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

I'm true to me, speak freely, call me daddy teaching you the birds and bees,

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers

Im the wasps elbows and the bees knees

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Promise you g, fuck with bees you will be stung something mean