This is a song about "Luckily split"

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Spun out and then split like a dryer,

I ain't talkative neither

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Poppa saying momma ain't care about you and would rather split/

He can split he can bend

Smoking khaled, my weed the best

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Like split second decisions

Luckily i'm a master of dispatchin', got a "send them to the pound" degree

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Profile, damn i'm digging your style, we can start slow now

Lost a style but luckily, i garnered one; it's awkward how

His only escape for his fuckin pops split,

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit