This is a song about "Izzy and widespread panic"

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Pavin' my way so i don't lay in waste an panic

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

Now you feel the panic and it's fucking widespread

I don't know what ya'll heard, but hip hop ain't dead

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

My hands shaking static cause this diss made you panic

Pavin' my way so i don't lay in waste an panic,

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

I laugh back then grab it asthmatic panic attack

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that