This is a song about "Flee"

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

I got plans for you look in the sky baby

Facing the shit i paced to flee, catering for me,

Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

I guess that's why you wanted to flee,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

I flee the scene, i stay at least a distance. my rhymes are brilliant, you're lines,

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

Why don't you just get a little taste baby

So flee this beef children,

Yeah bitch this date's done

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Words with wood he ig-nites,just to flee these kites