This is a song about "Honey on pizza"

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

I can only imagine, uncle bob

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

Forget it you just want the money honey

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

That's why i'm makin' money

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

But five years from now i bet she see

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

But never second got you looking sweet like honey,

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money