This is a song about "Fat ass bitch keeping on eating all the mister bees pizza"

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

On a cruise i got yo bitch making room on the bed her ass is due

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

All the fat bitches at the bar will probably grab the bill

Eating on that pussy they all come around

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Releasing these demons on a page, i escape, keeping the chains

Cause there'll never be peace

Girls swarm on me, like a bunch of bees

It's a battlejust for tha big money

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run