This is a song about "Clash"

Turn into bitch ass niggasi'm sick of bein stuck in tha county jail

Gears begin to clash, engine starts to fail, black smoke trail- i'v gone off trail!

It got to be a lot of shit in your ass

Leavin' nothin' but the beliefs of the new that clash,

Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me nigga!in a high speed chase with the law

I'm the last one u wanna clash with/i'll punch your little faggot jaw

Which leads to your people and my people clash

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

Had it with you avid trolls / if you pop up like were gamin' im playin' whack a mole

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

So great i take over kids minds, like clash of the clans

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Intellectual war that few can clash with,