This is a song about "Clash"

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

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

Intellectual war that few can clash with,

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

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

I started rap when i was like 12 years old,picked up a paper, pen and started to roll,

Seeing you snap from such a subtle clash was fucking preposterous!

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Can't share another laugh, another kiss another clash