This is a song about "Spelling bee"

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

You just a dead bee without a sting,

Spelling like a fourth grader skipping every dot

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee

And like a bumble bee

Hopin' that my niggas see

She wants to fly like a bee

Shit with our whole family

Blueprint is not for rappin, it's falsely about proper spelling

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

You gay bee say me is the worst in your verse rehearsed

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

I don't care how your fuken name is written or even how it's spelling.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing