This is a song about "High anxiety"

But i'm coming full force like a anxiety attack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Getting flooded by anxiety, feeling conquered,

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I can't wait for summer; i might just so see a preacher, with all of them giving me anxiety

My anxiety"ll kill me in the long run/

You just working with the scraps you was given

Which's unmoved 'n' is backed with room full of anxiety

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Much like sobriety brings anxiety to alcoholics day after day.

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

Look i'm fly, super saiyen high

Y'all gone hear a nigga momma die

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

All the numbness, hate, guilt and anxiety it's not for me.