This is a song about "Honey bees"

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

But never second got you looking sweet like honey,

Fuck that now trying get the money

Hear what i said honey?

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

Got tired of running from the police

Sip some green tea and look at them bees

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Forget it you just want the money honey

Trick winnie the pooh, if you want his honey.

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Im the wasps elbows and the bees knees

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I am so kind that i am friends with the bees

And danced around the house in all-over print panties