This is a song about "Divide"

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

Now i'm the high guy that can divide, i divide your head and your bread

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

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

Cause everybody know all of my niggas with me skipped school

You tryna multiply? well ill divide ya

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

I hope it never divide

Don't worry just done get inside

For no reason, ain't the best of the times, address the divide

I'm a geophyte, move under the ground til i can see the light

Divide times, blew this out of proportion with spines

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines