This is a song about "Birds and the bees"

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

Like we were the bees of the buzz

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

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

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

May we all rolland if you don't knowwe got the rap game petroscared cause we bout to release

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

But now the truth is not a secret, it just flew with the birds

I'm everything that they call nice

Sip some green tea and look at them bees

Just killed two birds and got stoned.

The truth shall be told

I grab the eagles and make them birds fly

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Running out the clock tell im around in the sky birds flock

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god