This is a song about "Running from bees"

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Running faster than these men running from they bastard sons

Sip some green tea and look at them bees

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Like we were the bees of the buzz

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Their aint no running away from the light,

My dip gang man, the peeps that'll ride

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Running from the game just me and my wife

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

The trunk ain't raw but we running from the law

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

You were still ducking running hiding from my previous diss