This is a song about "Manic"

It's tragic, i'm manic

This a lil change trick

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Call me erratic hate, a static face with a manic taste,

I'll start a bout that will leave you in manic depression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Manic candidate for a different planet

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

Such a manic in a zone of panic/

As i, fall deeper into a manic state

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait