This is a song about "Birds and bees"

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Take a whiff of me and you'll be higher than a nest of bees

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

We can make more, make babies

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

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

I think found where your mind was

Like we were the bees of the buzz

And the truth hurts the birds i knew flip birds lets have a toast for the girls

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

Mercilessly leave you hurting, spurting with circling birds chirping

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

Love my women with high heels and high standards