This is a song about "Divide"

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Divide times, blew this out of proportion with spines

I learned how to take one and divide him from the fake ones,

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

I'll #divide the fine lining that exposes your whining

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

You tryna multiply? well ill divide ya

Beautiful are thou, africa

Divide you in 2 sections

Without the sound of guns

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

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