This is a song about "Honey buns"

Purchased bottles of honey, ain't got no spouse

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

Honey, you’re worth the price

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

20 racks really thats sneaker money

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Why haven't you fled, run! your fat #buns gonna be part of my #mac's lunch

From curb surfingwe working the industry

I will grow taller then you honey

Im way too hot so many run, the rest get cooked n served like dennys buns.

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

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

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money