This is a song about "Honey"

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

Must be something you want me to see

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

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

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And you blew it up honey

Forget it you just want the money honey

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Honey face it you've crossed the muthafuckin line

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

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

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap

Screaming for me like "marry me bitch" like honey i'm sweet

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

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