This is a song about "Honey crunch"

Fuck that now trying get the money

I will grow taller then you honey

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

But never second got you looking sweet like honey,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

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

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

Want me to define? we grind and crunch your lines

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

The taste of it is so sweet , just like honey