This is a song about "Attack on tinan"

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

Stumble on back before i attack

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Address the press by startin a attack

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Blood on your shirt, burst, when you rap and attack,

Bout to get sacked with my exact attack

We never tattle, let god handle that

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Attack me see what happens

Thinking of ways i might attack

It's all good, finna dog that

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black