This is a song about "Luckily split"

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

Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit

Like split second decisions

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Mess with me you gunna get your head split

Its a man's world re-write your lines lickety split

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Luckily i saw genesis, and then he pulled me out

Called it new generation and lickety split,

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Luckily i crushed that "fag" reputation three girlfriends later,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

But my magic trick will cause a car to split,