This is a song about "Panic of 1819"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

You said i was clingy but spoke of moving in with me.

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

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic

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

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//

If you understand, i hope all of you connected.

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

Such a manic in a zone of panic/

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

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

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back