This is a song about "Clashing"

I'm sick of the writing, no' mo' typing, i'm clashing like a titan

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

And getting money is the song i sing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

My brain hemispheres are clashing,

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing