This is a song about "Panic attacks"

I earn plaques spit attacks sharp as tacks

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

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

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

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

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Now i'm back with one of my latest

My attacks have never missed

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

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

Prepare to fall victim to gnashing rap attacks/

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Massive attacks on younger aged innocent minors