This is a song about "Honey crunch"

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

You're on a facts crunch, frantically stumped, for a reference one,

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

And be the honey bee

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Want me to define? we grind and crunch your lines

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

Look it something they can't ever see

I will grow taller then you honey

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Stomp yo head out, call me capt'n crunch