This is a song about "Panic attacks"

Numb to the painful attacks received everyday/ the feeling of

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

My attacks have never missed

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Friendly battles and instrumentally attacks

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Massive attacks on younger aged innocent minors

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

My hands shaking static cause this diss made you panic

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Spits fire attacks you, you're a goner

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

Prepare to fall victim to gnashing rap attacks/

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

I bet everybody attacks me for being a feminist,