This is a song about "Being flee"

So flee this beef children,

For those whey no fit dey fix son

But i ain't set to flee the scene of the crime just yet

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

My mind holding me captive, and i cannot flee,

Way of seas/ when in america you can flee/ but there was a

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

These rhymes are dangerous, ima flee wit the murder weapon.

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

Will flee, maybe to a condo, what do i know ? i know tomorrow's

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

And when i flee, all the bees come after me