This is a song about "Sting"

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

It sting like an african bee , hurts like bullet ants

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

Til the tears sting my eyes so much i have to give in

We can sing so sing to subtly sting

Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

My sting has a suffering throb i dream and hope of win ning the gold

Words that sting, and pain they bring, i swear if i dont win wayne will get a ring.

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

See, with you, i never see it wrong

But like steve irwin fter the sting he was gone

Folarin said we 6 million and running

You just a dead bee without a sting,