This is a song about "Honey buddy"

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

You need money holla at ya boy honey

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

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

Fuck that now trying get the money

I will grow taller then you honey

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

Look it something they can't ever see

Trick winnie the pooh, if you want his honey.

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

I bee so bumble, ill sting ya n flirt with ur honey