This is a song about "Honey booboo"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

But never second got you looking sweet like honey,

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Go downstairs, take my water, fluff it with honey

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

I will grow taller then you honey

We're living in a fantasy

Yummy edibles made with honey in my tummy

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

That's why i'm makin' money

Hear what i said honey?