This is a song about "Roast bee"

Roast to dusk, i don't give two fucks like cloned celibate sluts

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

I chill now...cop a little ice later

Sit down, imma roast ya, free of charge, no cater

That's why i'm makin' money

And be the honey bee

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

You saved me takin a arrow to the knee but i still stung like a little bee.

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

But none should be royal gee just people overly spoiled bee,

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money