This is a song about "Panic of 1819"

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

You panic cause you cant stand it the literature of me

They say to be careful of the path you tread, and this path you led

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

But i guess it's the skill of a well made up tramp.

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

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

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

Not only from the rap game, i'm including the planet

Titanic coming out of the atlantic causing panic

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

Make the crowd go wild and make em panic