This is a song about "Bees"

Got tired of running from the police

I am so kind that i am friends with the bees

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

You and i, were a bottle in the sea. allergic stingers on two bees.

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

They're busy bees, sipping tea while chillin' in their silky sheets

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

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

My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers

With business hoes an college strippers

Like we were the bees of the buzz

Shit, like i ain't been through the scars and bruises