This is a song about "Panic attacks"

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Spits fire attacks you, you're a goner

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Prepare to fall victim to gnashing rap attacks/

The attacks just started fucker so pull up a seat.

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

I bet everybody attacks me for being a feminist,

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Aint no surgery here girl all of this is organic, dont panic