This is a song about "Honey love"

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

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

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

But make sure if they do see

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Yummy edibles made with honey in my tummy

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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