This is a song about "Luckily split"

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

A massacre that is about to occur with justin so split

I'm on autopilot now with my cranium split

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

But luckily tim changed my year

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

But luckily it landed in your lunch plate

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Spun out and then split like a dryer,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Then i peace it and split

It ain't like that