This is a song about "Look bees"

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

I am so kind that i am friends with the bees

Got tired of running from the police

Sip some green tea and look at them bees

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

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

Like we were the bees of the buzz

Cause my thing something vicious

I love all the inspiration

Don't look at me look to him

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers

My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

And when i flee, all the bees come after me