This is a song about "Michael honey"

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Yea, i hit it up and spit it off with michael/

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Or popeyes, we don't keep no birds in the circle

I will grow taller then you honey

We're living in a fantasy

Hear what i said honey?

I be gettin' money

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

I bee so bumble, ill sting ya n flirt with ur honey

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

Neck full of gold, i'm attracted to the honey

Go downstairs, take my water, fluff it with honey

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key