This is a song about "Honey"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Honey i'm shinin so bright you can't see

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Neck full of gold, i'm attracted to the honey

And be the honey bee

They gotta point em out baby

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Go downstairs, take my water, fluff it with honey

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

Screaming for me like "marry me bitch" like honey i'm sweet

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,