This is a song about "Panic"

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Such a manic in a zone of panic/

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Im speedin thru this traffic in a panic

I bleed from damage, squeak and panic//

If his bitch insist on getting sick

The realizations of a brain in panic mode

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Blood stained rhymes cause a frantic panic attack//

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

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

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick