This is a song about "Collision"

Sometimes i think im going too fast that ima end up in a collision,

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Im in my own division, you cant dodge this collision, my mind and rhymes

The collision was bad, she's panting and asking

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

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

Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision

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

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

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

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

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

For his composition to make collision with victims

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one