This is a song about "Division 1"

Sub-division of religion goes overhead to discriminate

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

You can't divide me by a even, even when trying to use division

"hello this is 9-1-1 what's your emergency?"

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Admit the decision a gift of division among others wisdom descended

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

The division of reality and then my minds revision

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them