This is a song about "Izzy and widespread panic"

Chaos is widespread, but people say i made my bed

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Too fast when i mangle the fascists that're damn tangled in panic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

I got the dizzy izzy ease

I've had it. i can feel death but i dont feel panic

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

You panic cause you cant stand it the literature of me

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

The realizations of a brain in panic mode

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke