This is a song about "Flee"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And flee from me like epidemics, spreadin' with a harmin' wrath,

Why do we flee instead of holding our stance?

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

#greet you with excessive bleeding, flee, i might #emerge #'n' #see you!

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Depressions getting worse, i need to flee

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

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling

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

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

#you #see automatic, few flee, ought-ta have it