This is a song about "Cactus and honey pie"

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Not hungry for my poetry

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Poster child of wild styles apparatus closer to cactus

We're living in a fantasy

And you blew it up honey

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Barack obama comin' this way, he eats all the pie

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

To my gunfulfillin' my destiny

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

Face still dry, wasnt born wit shit fuk ya slice of pie