This is a song about "Butterfly knives"

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

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

True to the gamei claim outlaw riderswe give a fuck what they try

So i'm, throwing lyrical knives at you until you hopefully die

I wish i could have 25 wives

To grab a couple knives

In the hood im well-o over they head sometimes

And we still got kids pulling out blades and kitchen knives/

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Please struggle to make your body might take of my knives

Cause i fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

But we should be body to body

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee

I float like a butterfly

Hear the rambling in the sky