This is a song about "Wanna bees"

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

Obsession, our possessions possessed us, no honey bees,

Take a whiff of me and you'll be higher than a nest of bees

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

I wanna chill, i wanna chill, i wanna chill on sugar hill baby

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

And bunch of other felonies from a to z like spelling bees

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

And if you light skin you might want to be careful

I dont wanna hear people yell i dont wanna meddle

Cause what i wanna say, is i wanna slap you stupid bitches,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers

No longer do i freestyle, money for the strippers

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

I'm true to me, speak freely, call me daddy teaching you the birds and bees,