This is a song about "Killa bees"

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

So i'm a take that rubber off, i wouldn't mind having babies

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

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

We can make more, make babies

Sip some green tea and look at them bees

I am so kind that i am friends with the bees

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

You and i, were a bottle in the sea. allergic stingers on two bees.