This is a song about "Clashing"

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

My brain hemispheres are clashing,

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring