This is a song about "Bees in da trap"

I diss guys to da skies for being fags in disguise

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Party all the time listen i'm da baddest in school the

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I wanna be da best for ma ppl and da best in da nation

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

I'll make sure that you don't win like a mouse in a trap,

I'll bring a thunderous storm and trap you in it till you reach your limit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

When ya first stabbed me in da past,

The faker they shakin' my hand