This is a song about "Weather bees"

Whatever weather, cold or warm

He gave him a platform

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

Hell, ever since i was a little nigga havin' fantasies

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Girls swarm on me, like a bunch of bees

Like we were the bees of the buzz

When they showed up at your door at christmas

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

You blow away from zephyr, i create category five weather,

No matter of the gray, the clouds, or the stormy weather

Well that's not her fucking name, but i think this shit is clever

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Bubbling bass and bullfrog brooks beside bushes that buzz with bands of bumble bees.