This is a song about "Honey maximum"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Time is money, that's the acronym for my name honey

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

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Hear what i said honey?

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Missiles, do that to the maximum, they're street sweepers,

And now that i’m getting money

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

Hopin' that my niggas see

And you blew it up honey

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

That when i smoke and rap i am the maximum

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them