This is a song about "Luckily split"

I'm on autopilot now with my cranium split

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

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

I can split you in your rhymes,like banana split

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Never been to the moon this reefer will help you visit

You come at me and ill be waiting to fuckin split

Battle me, luckily mary has maintained the change from bad to worse,

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

Unable to think clear

But luckily tim changed my year

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now

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