This is a song about "Honey boy"

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Forget it you just want the money honey

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

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

Same white guy, same boy, boy!

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

But never second got you looking sweet like honey,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I will grow taller then you honey

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

The taste of it is so sweet , just like honey

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