This is a song about "Honey bun"

And be the honey bee

Could i make you my baby

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

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Forget it you just want the money honey

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Yummy edibles made with honey in my tummy

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

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

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh