This is a song about "Chantelle collision"

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

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

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Said "why you acting pure as nixon?", she said "you had no permission

All this hatred is one big collision, im in my own division, my mission,

Really probably waitin' on vh1 to do a lil show called rappers wives

Im in my own division, you cant dodge this collision, my mind and rhymes

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

And your mind and my words run into like a collision

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

You do not want to get in a collision

For his composition to make collision with victims

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz