This is a song about "Hairy bees"

Together all the timethought it was true love

In a hairy mess, doused with gas, light her dress with matches

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Promise you g, fuck with bees you will be stung something mean

And picture me rollin

With hairy and primitive skin

I took this line from tyler: feeling flyer than a bag of bees

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide (whoops!)

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees