This is a song about "Honey bun"

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Forget it you just want the money honey

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

Cause i'mma put a bun in the oven if i don't put my dick in a coma

I will grow taller then you honey

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

It ain't hard to make money

And be the honey bee

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

Purchased bottles of honey, ain't got no spouse

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house