This is a song about "Panic at the disco"

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

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Hittin your door while your car's spinning, hitting the wall

Sit on my middle finger and spin like a disco ball

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

Take her where the couch at

One night love: i'mma need that

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Now you feel the panic and it's fucking widespread

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Doesn't take much shit to rouse destruction, so let the motherfucking panic start.

The way you move in panic is like pieces of scrabble

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will