This is a song about "Divide"

Cause them wolf gang niggas threw them off the bandwagon like

I live in the american south with the racial divide,

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Divide you from me, thats a large quotient,

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Add struggle, minus faith and divide your self in half

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

To divide and conquer like math equations

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

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

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

See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right