This is a song about "Butterfly"

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Cause i fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Awake in a nightmare of sin, ya future keeps changin like a butterfly

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

A butterfly in a bee's hive; was never meant to be.

So y'all niggas can fly

I float like a butterfly

Lets be free like a pretty little butterfly

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Broken promises, a butterfly wounded in flight/

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right