This is a song about "Killer bees"

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Promise you g, fuck with bees you will be stung something mean

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

Cause there could never be peace

My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

I took this line from tyler: feeling flyer than a bag of bees

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

You a lady boss, now you fly free

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

I wanted a brother my mother i told her