This is a song about "Honey"

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Yummy edibles made with honey in my tummy

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

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

20 racks really thats sneaker money

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

But never second got you looking sweet like honey,

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see