This is a song about "Panic"

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

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

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//

To make karma come faster than she normally will

The way you move in panic is like pieces of scrabble

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

Angled like drafting italics, while you're ass is in panic n' dangled from fabric

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

Such a manic in a zone of panic/

You panic cause you cant stand it the literature of me

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party