This is a song about "Flee"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

She tried to flee, to a certain degree

She gon have a baby then flee from her education

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Why do we flee instead of holding our stance?

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

The good kid from the ugly city

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

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

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

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