This is a song about "Occulus rift"

The truth is the constitution, and in every blatant verse,

They never envisioned a rift, but time was flippin' the script on the brothers

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Does our ancestors rift mean we can't coexist

Now i'm playin' solitaire patient

Poor guy seems to be caught in a rift

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

They never envisioned a rift, but time was flippin' the script on the brothers

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

Causin' a rift in the game, a great schism.