This is a song about "Honey bee"

Honey, you’re worth the price

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Here i'm nothing but a backward bone-mugging urban bee

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Forget it you just want the money honey

But i kinda like your company

You need money holla at ya boy honey

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

I will grow taller then you honey

That's why i'm makin' money