This is a song about "Clash"

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Intellectual war that few can clash with,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

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

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

I'm the last one u wanna clash with/i'll punch your little faggot jaw

Zig zaggin' through the freeway: race me nigga!in a high speed chase with the law

Can't share another laugh, another kiss another clash

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

This the clash of the titans

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Had it with you avid trolls / if you pop up like were gamin' im playin' whack a mole

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

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

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