This is a song about "Honey boy"

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Forget it you just want the money honey

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

You need money holla at ya boy honey

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

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

And be the honey bee

All i want is you baby