This is a song about "Sam honey"

It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Go downstairs, take my water, fluff it with honey

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey