This is a song about "Collision"

Im in my own division, while you dodging this collision,

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

A mission so when i hit the game i hope its a fatal collision

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

And your mind and my words run into like a collision

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

I'm killin' off bitches, the shit that i'm spittin's so vicious it hits like a head-on collision

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

All this hatred is one big collision, im in my own division, my mission,

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Your own ''divisions'' can't take the collision of the precision that i've driven

I'm driving head on into traffic hoping for a head on collision

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen