This is a song about "Worker bees"

20 racks really thats sneaker money

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

Sip some green tea and look at them bees

I'm everything that they call nice

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

E-t-i-h, w's, double d's on her knees

Third ward general, young cash money

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

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

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

I took this line from tyler: feeling flyer than a bag of bees

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

Girls swarm on me, like a bunch of bees

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Im the wasps elbows and the bees knees

That'll do anything that i please