This is a song about "Flee"

Depressions getting worse, i need to flee

And my kick game beyond crazy

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

And smart enough to flee the scene when the block is lit

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

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

And when i flee, all the bees come after me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

She tried to flee, to a certain degree

Way of seas/ when in america you can flee/ but there was a

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

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

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

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

Straight conch got a nigga feeling seasick, oh shit