This is a song about "Escaping the mundane"

Whos just so mundane it makes you wanna just escape

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

Killer escaping, gone, but she said it was would be ok

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

This bitch tried escaping the jack, grabbed her by the throat

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

Got a crazy vision of a dream escaping from my pen

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Gonna explode the city, but only i will have the escaping path

You all niggas ain't even on my level

I go beyond the margin, escaping the mental

Theres no escaping once they have you there

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair