This is a song about "Nest of bees"

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

You sleep in a nest you dissing are you stressed...

Girls swarm on me, like a bunch of bees

Like being garbage some type of disease

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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Cause there could never be peace

Im the wasps elbows and the bees knees

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Until you harness the skill of getting out of harm's nest

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

Thought, rend their beats to tender meat if enemies ever beef, but they a nest of sheep

Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed

Thing you've ever heard when you got out of your nest,