This is a song about "Panic attacks"

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Don't plan my own attacks/

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Artifacts, stupid fuckin heart attacks

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Numb to the painful attacks received everyday/ the feeling of

I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//

Killing these niggas off quick

Now i'm back with one of my latest

My attacks have never missed

Titanic coming out of the atlantic causing panic

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick