This is a song about "Chantelle collision"

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

And your mind and my words run into like a collision

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

I'm killin' off bitches, the shit that i'm spittin's so vicious it hits like a head-on collision

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

I'm driving head on into traffic hoping for a head on collision

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

Your own ''divisions'' can't take the collision of the precision that i've driven

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

Im in my own division, while you dodging this collision,

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

A mission so when i hit the game i hope its a fatal collision

You do not want to get in a collision

See with a district columbia vision

For his composition to make collision with victims

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones