This is a song about "Divide"

There's a clear divide of race and class between the rich and poor,

By those that were slow as molasses, take this shit to school

Divide you in 2 sections

I was playing with guns

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

They were my shield and damn straight we wouldnt divide,

Gotta keep at it, gotta stay focused

Divide you from me, thats a large quotient,

You can't divide me by a even, even when trying to use division

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Add struggle, minus faith and divide your self in half

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

To divide and conquer like math equations

So here i am at the store for some chips