This is a song about "Attack"

I'm using your words,as a verbal attack,

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I'll come around and sneak attack

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//

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

I laugh back then grab it asthmatic panic attack

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Attack with abstract research backed

And even more alarming is the fact

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

While reading it i got a heart attack

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Bout to get sacked with my exact attack