This is a song about "Butterfly kisses"

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

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

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Lets be free like a pretty little butterfly

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

My car kisses police who jump in front of cars willingly.

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

I'm like a crack addict

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,

And things seem to conflict

And i know that your supply

I float like a butterfly

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Stead of kisses, we get kicked,