This is a song about "Clash of clans"

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

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

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Can't share another laugh, another kiss another clash

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

She said my love is outta here

I can tear your heart out when your chest and my five fingers clash

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

Third ward general, young cash money

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Intellectual war that few can clash with,

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will