This is a song about "Flee"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

My mind holding me captive, and i cannot flee,

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Depressions getting worse, i need to flee

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

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

I'mma drop you off home quickly

She tried to flee, to a certain degree

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

And your car they leave, in the darkest street, and flee then, while you sleeping,

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

You see automatic, few flee, ought-ta have it