This is a song about "Booty flie turns into a butterfly"

They say i float like a butterfly fly and strike like a serpent

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Thakingpin is the man that turns the mic to a graveyard

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Lets be free like a pretty little butterfly

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

Cause i fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee

But i saw a fucking butterfly

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

Now a mouthful of these people turns the doubtful into believers

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse