This is a song about "Honey bun"

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Yummy edibles made with honey in my tummy

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Screaming for me like "marry me bitch" like honey i'm sweet

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

Forget it you just want the money honey

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

We're living in a fantasy

Sticky fingers from pot of honey