This is a song about "Bitches and honey"

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

And you blew it up honey

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

I flow sweet like honey in your tummy im funny and hungry

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

And be the honey bee

Please boo what's your size crazy

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax