This is a song about "Collide"

Where constellations collide and where telescopes can't find,

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

That somehow collide with what isn't supplied

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Scream out till your lungs collapse, collide with a bus and die,

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

You don't wanna collide, with a mastermind.