This is a song about "Killa bees"

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

But in the meantime it's lights please

Im the wasps elbows and the bees knees

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

I am so kind that i am friends with the bees

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Talking about brutality it's surrounding me like a fucking swarm of bees

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers

Vendetta killa who was once a bed wetter

But even if it rain, we get rained on together