This is a song about "Killa beez on the swarm"

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

I'll swarm on your poor ass like the tribe goin' on award tour

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

I tried to warn, a test, a swarm or batch

"hurry up, the cams on,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

I promise ta swarm like the short horned locust

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused