This is a song about "Clashing with me"

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

Yeah, it's all natural baby

With hannibal lector around me...

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

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Bitch, try to fuck with me

I’m tryna be low key

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

You don't wanna fuck with me/

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

You don't wanna fuck with me/

Bitch, i might make you my baby

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

Whats this gotta do with me?