This is a song about "Honey on pizza"

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Forget it you just want the money honey

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

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

The taste of it is so sweet , just like honey

From curb surfingwe working the industry

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

I picture a happy day at the pizza shop

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Oh god honey i think he's high on that marijuana weed

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

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa