This is a song about "Honey singh"

Trick winnie the pooh, if you want his honey.

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I will grow taller then you honey

Purchased bottles of honey, ain't got no spouse

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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

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

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

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

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

They gotta point em out baby