This is a song about "Attack"

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Because of your judgmental attack

Stumble on back before i attack

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Theres monsters in the rear view we under attack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

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

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

You lack what i got through escalation was forced attack

Feel my wrath of attack

I'm about to snap

Address the press by startin a attack

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat