This is a song about "Divide"

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

They were my shield and damn straight we wouldnt divide,

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

Actually that's kinda frightening, but you'll cum quick like lighting

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

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

They infiltrate our homes, africa

You tryna multiply? well ill divide ya

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

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

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

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

I hope it never divide

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Add struggle, minus faith and divide your self in half