This is a song about "Worker bees"

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Sip some green tea and look at them bees

We can make more, make babies

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

Im the wasps elbows and the bees knees

Like being garbage some type of disease

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

He starts to get known as a real good worker,

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

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