This is a song about "Honey singh"

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

But never second got you looking sweet like honey,

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

You need money holla at ya boy honey

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Trick winnie the pooh, if you want his honey.

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Blow up on this society

And you blew it up honey