This is a song about "Clash of clans"

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

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

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

I can barely wipe my ass

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

Light skinned women, all sex everything

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Spark it up, don’t be around when the titans clash,

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Don't shed a tear, cause mama i ain't happy here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Out of this coviction of feelings

Let's enjoy our younger years