This is a song about "Panic of 1819"

Manic and panic, attack your lack of attachment/

Niggas braggin' but everybody stagnant

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

My hands shaking static cause this diss made you panic

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

One of mine is pregnant because she wasn't protected.

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

I laugh back then grab it asthmatic panic attack

And even more alarming is the fact

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

? all white but the phantom is all black

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//

Now you feel the panic and it's fucking widespread

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head