This is a song about "Attack"

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

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

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Because of your judgmental attack

I'll come around and sneak attack

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Theres monsters in the rear view we under attack

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Attack me see what happens

I was playing with guns

Thinking of ways i might attack

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Bout to get sacked with my exact attack

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Stumble on back before i attack

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