This is a song about "Panic attacks"

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Massive attacks on younger aged innocent minors

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

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Numb to the painful attacks received everyday/ the feeling of

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

The attacks just started fucker so pull up a seat.

Prepare to fall victim to gnashing rap attacks/

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

The realizations of a brain in panic mode

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic

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