This is a song about "Attack"

Sometimes it's so empty feels like i'ma have a heart attack.

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Feel my wrath of attack

Yeah, the sex in the sack

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Attack me see what happens

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Theres monsters in the rear view we under attack

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Icy k is back, on a verbal attack.

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//

My fight against bitches began, and i started to attack/

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

And that maybach, let me take em way back

While reading it i got a heart attack