This is a song about "Attack"

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I'm using your words,as a verbal attack,

No difference whipping you with a rag or my lyric attack,

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Stumble on back before i attack

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

You lack what i got through escalation was forced attack

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

I laugh back then grab it asthmatic panic attack

You said u were gonna laugh at my asama attack?

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I'm stuck with that

Enjoy as i attack

The jiggas and the tips

Attack me see what happens