This is a song about "Panic attack"

I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Its gonna be a fantastic attack

When that money calls i holla back

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Such a manic in a zone of panic/

Fitted, legitted, hardwood classic

You pay your favorite stripper car note

The realizations of a brain in panic mode

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

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I laugh back then grab it asthmatic panic attack

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Challenge me hard and do your attack