Playgrounds and honeycombs,
when beauty calls,
I'm buzzing home,
She spreading wings,
I'm in my zone,
scoring touchdowns,
I'm going long.
Bzzzzzz
Ain't no rest, I'm rocking the nest,
I'm stinging things, creating a mess,
straight kinging sh¡t, I'm the best,
you leaking sh¡t, girl you honey wet.
Sticky traps, that you have set,
I'm stuck in motion, my stinger erects,
on behalf of the ride, at your request,
burning holes in your brain, while feeding you my intellect,
where else can you get that from,
if I was created for your nest?!
Bringing flowers and dropping pollen,
I can get used to this, I'm just playgroundin',
soaking up sun, you know it's on in them moonlight hours,
I'm flying all night, please excuse the buzzing sirens.
The anticipation and celebration,
guarantees bliss and relaxation,
after sacred thunderstorms,
I pledge allegiance to this Playground and Honeycomb Nation.
Qadar Dwon'