This is a song about "Sweet bee"

Slayin bodies in sweet reticence

She likes the way it hits her lips

And a flow like a butter fly that stings like a bee

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Baby your nothing but sweet,

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

You think you put in work? that's sweet

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

It couldnt have been a mind altering bee

And the ladies, they lay me, they crazy

Fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Little more weed, first class seats

Ain't shit sweet but sixteens