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
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