This is a song about "Weather bees"

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

To be able to eat and sleep whatever the weather/

Like we were the bees of the buzz

Tawiah - all i need chorus

Life's like a weather station,

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

"2pacalypse now" 'til infinity boy, forever

A sweater containing heat in cold weather,

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

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Sip some green tea and look at them bees

Ill make rain bars no matter what the weather.

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

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

Talking about brutality it's surrounding me like a fucking swarm of bees