This is a song about "Worker bees"

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

That'll do anything that i please

Girls swarm on me, like a bunch of bees

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

I am so kind that i am friends with the bees

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

I'm true to me, speak freely, call me daddy teaching you the birds and bees,

Spelling bees, scraping knees, losing keys

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

He starts to get known as a real good worker,

Being king in hell is better the being worker in heaven

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom