This is a song about "Honey on pizza"

Everybody put three fingers in the air

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

Cannibal who's munchin on you're legs, like some jet's pizza

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

For shootin' done to you or we're losin' money

The taste of it is so sweet , just like honey

Like "can i live" i'm just heading to the pizza shop

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

I will grow taller then you honey

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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