This is a song about "Luckily split"

Split the earth like obi wan was split darth maul

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

I got the whole damn world on this shoe shit, true shit

Called it new generation and lickety split,

Leave them like toes in sandals get, split,

And my momma keep smoking that shit

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

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

No, i can’t called bitch i’m lying, i don’t use my phone, shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

But my magic trick will cause a car to split,

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

No nits to pick, no words unfit, no hairs to split

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit