This is a song about "Flea"

If you didn't know i feel this way

You know he flea by sunday

Flea ridden carpets, chopping harlots into section

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

Chillin' with homies and family

When i count to three, you flea

Dolla burger me fuck a flea circus

See i'm breathing for a purpose

When i say i don't tick me off or you'll be forced to flea

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

You irritating, a flea,

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

If i bomb on saturday you know she flea by sunday

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say