This is a song about "Clash of clans"

Kiss me on the cheek as she whispered, "this the last time

Instead of living this life of violent crime

I feel like i'm falling, yeah falling into a black hole, that's darker than black coal

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

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Out of this coviction of feelings

If we don't fix this then you'll see the same things

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

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Part of my heart beat, inside of me

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm everything that they call nice

Feeling, of appealing

Bun b, i’m underground king