This is a song about "Honey boy"

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

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

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

And you blew it up honey

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Go downstairs, take my water, fluff it with honey

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

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Purchased bottles of honey, ain't got no spouse

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Time is money, that's the acronym for my name honey