This is a song about "Sov impact"

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

I started rap when i was like 12 years old,picked up a paper, pen and started to roll,

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

And the impact will feel like i grabbed a fireman's axe and hit you with it bitch,

My fist cracked on impact yo,

Once upon a time not long ago

It takes place one more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race.

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Brace for impact, error syntax, percolate synapses

I wanna spit something to have an impact for once

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

I wasn't ready for the impact it would do.

Now, shorty this is what i'mma need from you