This is a song about "Honey grams"

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Ain't need no grams to enjoy my life

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

I bee so bumble, ill sting ya n flirt with ur honey

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

On they twitter writing novels, see

Trick winnie the pooh, if you want his honey.

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

Two grams in the chamber sure to make a widow weep,