This is a song about "Panic attacks"

I bet everybody attacks me for being a feminist,

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Titanic coming out of the atlantic causing panic

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

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

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

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Prepare to fall victim to gnashing rap attacks/

Spits fire attacks you, you're a goner

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

And rise up and rebel against these forces like slave attacks,

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps