This is a song about "Panic attack"

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Thinking of ways i might attack

I'll come around and sneak attack

In the house, holla back

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

The realizations of a brain in panic mode

I never crack i got that chap stick

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

Don’t you be holding back

Feel my wrath of attack

Challenge me hard and do your attack

It's all good, finna dog that

Lpog's on the attack, and just know that we attack

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

My parents went away on a week's vacation and