This is a song about "Honey boy"

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

And be the honey bee

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

But never second got you looking sweet like honey,

Third ward general, young cash money

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

That's why i'm makin' money

I will grow taller then you honey