This is a song about "Retreat"

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

And watch seja retreat and disappear like sarthaks hairline

And you can't just retreat because you're in far too deep,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

And 'cause i need some sleep before my test, i'll retreat n' dream 'bout my wrongs i guess...

If you think you're blessed you're as helpless as damsels in distress

The maskin' in dire of cavin' in. breakin' empire that's how it seems

Everybodys plot is deceit, when its not, its retreat cuz ill stomp ya, with cleats

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Your gone, you retreat to your rapping technique, dealt with and helpless

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Gets there vote, so i suggest you retreat,

Your best bet might just be to retreat

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

Tints ain’t legal, i ain’t ordinary people

Police'll retreat when seeing me primed and gleeful