This is a song about "Clash"

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

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

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

This the clash of the titans

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Which leads to your people and my people clash

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Hoe i'm tired of you're clash

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Intellectual war that few can clash with,

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

So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail