This is a song about "Divide"

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

Add struggle, minus faith and divide your self in half

I never fit in with them light skins

Divide you in 2 sections

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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

They were my shield and damn straight we wouldnt divide,

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight