This is a song about "Honey bun"

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

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

Go downstairs, take my water, fluff it with honey

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

I'm back up in this bitch with a bitch i call her cinna bun

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

Believing the screens or anything there

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

Purchased bottles of honey, ain't got no spouse

Wanna see you work your body

Honey i'm shinin so bright you can't see