This is a song about "Thick honey"

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

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

You need money holla at ya boy honey

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Sticky fingers from pot of honey

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

I never crack i got that chap stick

Oh ya, like that, make it thick

Your poo, i mean pooh without the honey,

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair