This is a song about "Butterfly mellows"

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

Coz i got gun and my butterfly

Keep your heads up high

I float like a butterfly

Lets be free like a pretty little butterfly

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

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

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

Cause i fly like a butterfly and sting like a bee

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

They gotta point em out baby

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee

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

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