This is a song about "Worker bees"

My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

I'm the bees knees, but got called a dude, so rude.

They're busy bees, sipping tea while chillin' in their silky sheets

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Promise you g, fuck with bees you will be stung something mean

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

I am so kind that i am friends with the bees

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy