This is a song about "Attack"

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Its gonna be a fantastic attack

Attack me see what happens

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

While reading it i got a heart attack

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

Theres monsters in the rear view we under attack

Bout to get sacked with my exact attack

Because there ain't no coming back from that

I'll come around and sneak attack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//