This is a song about "Panic attacks"

My attacks have never missed

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Too fast when i mangle the fascists that're damn tangled in panic

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Friendly battles and instrumentally attacks

Prepare to fall victim to gnashing rap attacks/

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

I bet everybody attacks me for being a feminist,

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

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

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