This is a song about "Separate"

Concussions left depressions on the sides of separate temples/

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I separate from everybody

I'll sever his cervical 'n' separate #chemicals like distillation

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Acres separate my estate from neighbors

Don't try and separate race from religion

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Than i separate my laundry call it segregation

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

In the mind of a living soul to separate them as a whole

We go our separate ways/ i say asta la vista

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga