This is a song about "Clashing"

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

My brain hemispheres are clashing,

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing