This is a song about "Titans"

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Keep your head up n be strong like the titans

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

This the clash of the titans

Soaring around, killing titans and their legions/

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Earl, goddammit, i'm still in my damn pajamas

Were titans clashin, slashin, and mashin the masses

Get ready for the titans

The jiggas and the tips

A giant amongst titans a tyrant creating casualties,

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Its like i'm playing against the titans but ima triumph

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Spark it up, don’t be around when the titans clash,